One night to be confused

One night to speed up truth

We had a promise made

Four hands and then away

Both under influence

We had divine scent

To know what to say

Mind is a razorblade



To call for hands of above, to lean on

Wouldn't be good enough for me, no



One night of magic rush

The start: a simpel touch

One night to push and scream

And then relief

Ten days of perfect tunes

The colours red and blue

We had a promise made

We were in love



To call for hands of above, to lean on

Wouldn't be good enough for me, no



To call for hands of above, to lean on

Wouldn't be good enough



And you 

You knew the hand of a devil

And you

Kept us awake with wolves teeth

Sharing different heartbeats in one night



To call for hands of above, to lean on

Wouldn't be good enough for me, no



To call for hands of above, to lean on

Wouldn't be good enough