The night is like a lovely tune, beware my foolish heart. How white, the ever constant moon, take care my foolish heart. There's a line between love and fascination. That's hard to see on an evening such as this. For they both give the very same sensation. When you're lost in the magic of a kiss. Her lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish heart. But should our eager lips combine, then let the fire start. For this time it isn't fascination. Or a dream that will fade and fall apart. Its love, this time its love my foolish heart.