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 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... read more
