She knows better, but i'll keep making a blush / red as the indian summersun
She knows better than anyone

So i call her my own

In sickness and health from shore to shore
lovin's for fools and that's who we are

She says it's the little things and i ask / like the nervous hands only i understand
Smile is a good answer

So i call her my own

In sickness and health from shore to shore
lovin's for fools and that's who we are

She knows better, but i'll keep making a blush / though i deny she's the one i trust
In the end i know there's no such thing as stupid love

So i call her my own

In sickness and health from shore to shore
lovin's for fools and that's who we are
(in sickness and health)