Hanoi 가사

Streets of old Hanoi running straight through my mind Back alleys twist and turn hard to divine And steam like Jesus Rises slowly Falls back nightly Leaves us holy Soaked straight through scripture rain falls like stones We huddled warm and wet in a small enclosure You leaned in tightly Whispered discreetly If this is the end You hope you get to keep me Oooh... Deserted island metaphors for love are overstated Try leaving friends and family for a girl that youÕve been dating And halfway cross the world be thankful for the risks youÕve taken Because this is love, it is love