Heartbeats - Fairlane

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

To call for hands of above, to lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough for me, no

For me, no

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 and 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

We were in love

We were in love

We were in love

We were in love