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 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 teethes
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