The Knife: 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
Would that 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
Would that be good enough?
For me, no
To call for hands of above,
To lean on
Would that be good enough?
For me, no
And you, you knew the hands of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night
To call for hands of above,
To lean on
Would that be good enough?
For me, noOne 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
Would that 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
Would that be good enough?
For me, no
To call for hands of above,
To lean on
Would that be good enough?
For me, no
And you, you knew the hands of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night
To call for hands of above,
To lean on
Would that be good enough?
For me, no