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