(Love Is A) Blind Ambition

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
cuz 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 things you love and the love that grew from within it

It was the heat of the night
and love was a blind ambition