The Knife

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 demons in
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 of simple touch
one night to psch and scream
and make belives.
ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love