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 scent. 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 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.
And you, you knew the hand of the Devil.
And you, kept us awake with wolf's teeth, sharing different heartbeats in one night.
To call for hands of above, to lean on. Wouldn't be good enough, for me, no.

Heartbeats - Jose González