And all the minutes

Of all the madness

And all the poetry

Between the good and badness



And all the hours

Of all the minutes

Of all the thousand loves

That grew from ?



It was the heat of the night

And love was a blind ambition



And all the seasons

All the years

Of all countless questions

And seasons of fear



? answer

And all emotion

And all the hungry moments

Of losing proposition



It's just the heat of the night

And love was a blind ambition

It's just the heat of the night

Cause love is a blind ambition



And all the minutes

Of all the madness

And all the poetry

Between the good and badness



And all the hours

Of all the minutes

And all the ? you love

And love that grew from within it



It was the heat of the night

And love was a blind ambition

It was the heat of the night

And love was a blind ambition