How white the ever constant moon, take care, my
foolish heart! There's a line between love and
fascination, That's hard to see on an evening
such as this, For they give the very same
sensation. When you are lost in the passion 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
foolish heart! There's a line between love and
fascination, That's hard to see on an evening
such as this, For they give the very same
sensation. When you are lost in the passion 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