One night to be confused 
one night to speed up [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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