The Afterglow Lyrics

I'm the fervor of the fever
you can't sweat.

I'm the garments,
drenched and dripping wet..
you could soon shed.

I'm a spring of flowing fume,
I'm the melody stuck in your head,
stuck in your head..

..and I don't mind the afterglow.

No, I don't mind the afterglow.

I don't mind...
I don't mind.