It's time...

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...