The moon is high in the sky, The stars seem like a butterfly, The night is quiet and full of mist, And nocturnal are getting high.
And all alone is only us,
Silence and not a single hush,
For hand are shaking,
And cheeks are getting a blush.
When I touched you lips,
And you touched mine,
Oh the jitters and the craving,
Oh my god it feels divine.