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 sense
To know what to say Mind is a razor blade
* To call for hands from above To lean on
Would it 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
And you, you knew the hand of a devil And you, kept us awake with wolves’ teeth
Sharing different heartbeats In one night
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