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 within it was the heat of the night and love is a blind ambition and all the seasons all the years of all countless questions and seasons of fear there s an answer and all emotion and all the hungry moments a losing proposition it s just the heat of the night cause love is 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 flowers of love and the love that grew from within it  it was the heat of the night and love is a blind ambition it was the heat of the night and love is a blind ambition 