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