we had a promise made

That magical little song I’ve been listening to (and Ange now loathes) has some bizarre lyrics. I particularly like the oddness of the third last stanza, but I reckon it all may have something to do with ‘Swedefied’ English.

I give you the Heartbeats lyrics (just picture all those colourful balls bouncing):

one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
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 relief

ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
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 hands of the devil
and you, kept us awake with wolf 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

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