My World

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 enough for me, no.

And you, you knew the hands of the devil,
And you kept us awake with wolves' teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night.

To call for hands of above to lean on,
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.