detta måste ju vara en av de finaste låtar som någonsin gjorts.



One night to be confused, one night to speed up truth
We had a promise paid four hands and then away

Both under influence we had a 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