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/of 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, relief Ten days of perfect tunes The colours red and blue We had a promise made We were in love To call for/of hands of above To lean on Wouldn’t be good enough For me, no 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/of hands of above To lean on Wouldn’t be good enough For me, no