The night is like a lovely tune
Beware my foolish heart
How white the ever distant moon
Take care, my foolish heart
There's a line between love and fascination
That's so hard to see on evenings such as this
For they both give the very same sensation
When you are lost 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
