The night is like a lovely tune Beware, my foolish heart How white the ever constant moon Take care, my foolish heart
There's a line between love and fascination That's hard to see, how many names such as this For they both have the very same sensation When you're locked in the magic of a kiss
Her lips are much too close to mine Beware, my foolish heart But should our eager lips combine Then let the fire start
For this time it isn't fascination Or a dream that will fade and fall apart It's love, this time it's love My foolish heart
