(Capo: na prvním pražci) ^D One night to be confused One night to speed up truth ^Bmi We had a promise made ^G Four hands and then away ^D Both under influence We had demons in ^Bmi To know what to say ^G Mind is a razorblade ^D To call for hands of above To lean on ^Bmi Wouldn't be good ^G enough For me, no ^{D D} One night of magic rush The start of simple touch ^Bmi One night to push and scream ^G And then relief ^D Ten days of perfect tunes The colours red and blue ^Bmi We had a promise made ^G We were in ^D love To call for hands of above To lean on ^Bmi Wouldn't be good ^G enough For me, no To call for hands of above To lean on ^Bmi Wouldn't be good ^G enough And ^A you You knew the hand of the ^G devil And ^A you Kept us awake with ^G wolfs teeth Sharing different heartbeats In one ^Bmi night ^D To call for hands of above To lean on ^Bmi Wouldn't be good ^G enough For me, no ^D To call for hands of above To lean on ^Bmi Wouldn't be good enough ^{G D}