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
