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 Of all the thousand loves That grew from? It was the heat of the night And love was a blind ambition And all the seasons All the years Of all countless questions And seasons of fear ? Answer And all emotion And all the hungry moments Of losing proposition It's just the heat of the night And love was 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? you love And 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