I, wrote, the series of rhymes
I wrote them all for you
In, this, very old town
This old and snowy town
Love is always a crime
And baby I'm longing to
I think, I'm ready to die
Eating the sweetest fruit
I never thought I would feel you
That love again would come so true
How many seasons belong to you
In the dark of our rooms when you
Bump, into sinks, I'm bumping into you
Fate, a question of time, a question of mood
I never thought I would feel you
This way of loving it is so good
How many seasons've been followed you
Strange, is the fate, when it comes true
Hello, hello
Hello, hello
Hello, hello to love again
Hello, hello
Hello, hello
Hello, hello to love again
I, broke mystery fouls, with a knife and broom
In, this, very old town
After so many dooms
Love is always a crime
And baby I'm longing to