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