He walked three hundred 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 break, 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's 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 myself I lost myself I walk three hundred 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 break, 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 brake Don't slow down We might not even break