BURIED TREASURE

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 find on a moment such as this.
And they all have the very same sensation,
When you're lost in the magic of a kiss.

Your 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.
There's a line between love and fascination,
that's hard to find on a moment such as this.
And they all have the very same sensation,
When you're lost in the magic of a kiss.

Your 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.