The 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

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

And you 
You knew the hand of a devil
And you
Kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night