Lyrics:
And all the minutesOf all the madnessAnd all the poetryBetween the good and badnessAnd all the hoursOf all the minutesOf all the thousand lovesThat grew from within It was the heat of the nightAnd love was a blind ambitionAnd all the seasonsAll the yearsOf all countless questionsAnd seasons of fearThere's an answerAnd all emotionAnd all the hungry momentsA losing propositionIt's just the heat of the night'Cause love is a blind ambitionIt's just the heat of the night'Cause love is a blind ambitionAnd all the minutesOf all the madnessAnd all the poetryBetween the good and badnessAnd all the hoursOf all the minutesAnd all the flowers of loveAnd the love that grew from within itIt was the heat of the nightAnd love was a blind ambitionIt was the heat of the nightAnd love was a blind ambition