so if you'd walk a thousand miles
until you'd reach our home tonight
we'd set fire for everything
so what do you think?
through heavy snowfall and bitter cold
I hope you're packed in solid clothing
your shiny mooses don't need to rest
it's for the best
maybe it is true, love's to bleed
true love is to need
sometimes it flows to the sea
that's why you always come back to me
with jam and coffee and toasted bread
on sunday morning, we'll talk and sit
and we're surprised that we are blessed
such happiness
you're so attractive
you salty smell's my favourite flavour
I live to tell that, by tonight, you will be there
come, I'm in need
true love
to need, we have agreed
true love don't need no receipt