The night is like a lovely tune
Beware, my foolish heart
How white the ever-constant moon
Take care, my foolish heart

There's a line between love and fascination
So hard to see on an evening such as this
For they both give the very same sensation
When you're lost in the magic of a kiss

His lips are much to close to mine
Take care, my foolish heart
But should our eager [bad word] Then let the fires start

For this time it isn't fascination
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
This time it's love
This time it's love, my foolish heart

For this time it isn't fascination
Nor a dream that will fade and fall apart
This time it's love
This time it's love, my foolish heart.