"the truth is the thing I invented so I could live."
I use to live in Scotland.
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 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.
to call for hands of above to lean on
wouldn’t be good enough for me, oh.
and you, you knew the hand of a 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.
to call for hands of above to lean on
wouldn’t be good enough for me, oh.