He walked 300 miles just to bring, to bring me bread
His body like a sculpture, almost decorated
And I’ll wake him as the dawn does
And we’ll break it on the bus
Saying, “This was made for us, love”
In lovers' communion for five hundred miles
And in five hundred miles will he brake, break me again?
In lovers' communion for five hundred miles
And in five hundred miles will we brake, even break?
Step it up, grab your phone, get your suitcase
There is no time to waste, a big adventure awaits
Sad news
France suffered a late snow, the blooms break through the ice
In San Francisco
A guitar man finally confessed he left that actress (Over The Lakes)
With hearts touched by frost, we fought
In the Land of the Midnight Sun
I lost my--self
I lost my--self
I walk 300 miles just to bring, to bring him bread
In love some gifts are simple, others I underrated
So I’ll wake him as the dawn does
And we’ll face what any lovers must
Blueness pales within a flames lust
In lovers' communion for five hundred miles
And in five hundred miles will he brake, break me again?
In lovers' communion for five hundred miles
And in five hundred miles will he brake, even break
Will we brake, even break
brake, even break
Don’t slow down
We might not even break