Heartbeats by José González

One night to be confused One night to speed up truth We had our promise paid Four hands and then away Both under influence We had divine scent 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 a simple touch One night to push and scream And then reliefTen days of perfect hues The colors red and blue We had a promise paid 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 And you, you knew the hand of the devil And you, kept us awake with wolves' teeth Sharing different heartbeats In one night 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