500 Miles - Tori Amos

He walked 300 miles just to bring, to bring me bread

His body like a sculpture, almost decorated

And I’ll wake him as the dawn does

And we’ll break it on the bus

Saying, «This was made for us, love»

In lovers' communion for 500 miles

And in 500 miles will he break, break me again?

In lovers' communion for 500 miles

And in 500 miles will we break, even break?

Step it up, grab your phone, get your suitcase

There is no time to waste, a big adventure awaits

Sad news

France suffered a late snow, the blooms break through the ice

In San Francisco

A guitar man finally confessed he left that actress

Over the lakes

With hearts touched by frost, we fought

In the Land of the Midnight Sun

I lost myself

I lost myself

I walk 300 miles just to bring, to bring him bread

In love some gifts are simple, others I underrated

So I’ll wake him as the dawn does

And we’ll face what any lovers must

Blueness pales within a flames lust

In lovers' communion for 500 miles

And in 500 miles will he break, break me again?

In lovers' communion for 500 miles

And in 500 miles will he break, even break

Will we break, even break

Break, even break

Don’t slow down

We might not even break