We had a promise made

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 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 magic rush
The start - a simple 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 the devil
And you...kept us awake with wolfs' 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.