Heartbeats

One night to be confused

one night to speed up truth

we had a promise made

four hands and then away

both under influense

we had devine 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 releaf

ten days of perfect tunes

the colors red and blue

we had a promise made

we were in love..