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