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 you've been dating   And halfway cross the world be thankful for the risks you've taken   Because this is love, it is love