In all the minutes

Of all the madness

And all the poetry

Between the good and badness

In all the hours

Of all the minutes

Of all the thousand of loves

That grew from within it

It was the heat of the night

And love is a blind ambition

In all the seasons

Of the years

Of all countless questions

And seasons of fear

There’s an answer

In all emotion

In all hungry moments

A losing proposition

It's just the heat of the night

And love is a blind ambition

It's just the heat of the night

Cause love is a blind ambition

And all the minutes

Of all the madness

And all the poetry

Between the good and badness

And all the hours

Of all the minutes

And all the flowers of love

And the love that grew from within it

It was the heat of the night

And love was a blind ambition

It was the heat of the night

And love was a blind ambition