作词 : JEBIN BRUNI/Lauri Kranz
 作曲 : JEBIN BRUNI/Lauri Kranz
 Maybe Finland
 You have some sort of idea.
 It's not Paris.
 He's just making a start away.
 There is something coming that's still better than what came before us.
 And I go to him.
 I lay him down.
 Something to believe in, something to believe.
 Like his hand on me, it blows through me.
 We tremble as we go along.
 Remember tiny things in spring when they cover the ground.
 House on the water.
 The door shut tight.
 I should know better.
 I can't leave, I can't leave here.
 And I go to him.
 I lay him down.
 There's something to believe in, his hand on my face.
 And I go to him.
 I lay him down.
 There's something to believe in, something to believe.
 Like his hand on my face.
 And I go to him.
 I lay him down.
 There's something to believe in, something to believe in.
 Like his hand on your face.