(written by The Knife) 



One night to be confused 

one night to speed up truth 

we had a promise made 

four hands and then away 



both under influense 

we had devine 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 simple touch 

one night to push and scream 

and then releaf 



ten days of perfect tunes 

the colors 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 hands of the devil 

and you, kept us awake with wolf teeths 

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 

for me, no