Heartbeats

One night to be confused One night to speed up truth We had a promise made Four hands and then away Both under influence We had divine sense To know what to say Mind is a razor-blade 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 One night of magic rush The start - a simple touch One night to push and scream And then relief 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 We were in love We were in love Love We were in love We were in love We were in love We were in love We were in love