Lirieke: Tom Jones. My Foolish Heart.

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