JURME – Instead of rain

I’m not right, I’m sorry
But it’s really too hot and unholy
With you I will always losing my brain
It’s love instead of rain.

Take me to the kitchen
I know you are delicious
Turn on this pretty fire
So please just hold me higher.

Take me like a gentle wave
I see you’re really brave.
I’ll lay down all my weapons
I have no clue what happens.