We're not to be confused
We're not to speak the truth
We are the promise made
Four hands in any way
Both under influence
We are the divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is erased away
To call for hands of above
To lean in
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, me
To call for hands of above
To lean in
Wouldn't be good enough
In love
In love
We're not a magic rush
The start is simple touch
We're not a push and scream
And then release
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We are the promise made
We were in love
We were in love
And you, you knew the hands of the devil
And you kept us awake with a hope
To share the different heartbeats in one night
To call for hands of above To lean in
Wouldn't be good enough For me, me
To call for hands of above To lean in
Wouldn't be good enough For me, me
