If I put me in a bowl and put the bowl in a hole Well, then no-one should know where I am But, my love, here's the thing: You do not honestly think That I should cover or shrink who I am And love will find a way Baby, our love will find a way If I put you on a train I know I'll see you again Your love is like an ink stain on my hand And when you come back again, we will pick up the pen And we will write till the end, do you understand? Yeah, we will read till the end, do you understand? And love will find a way Baby, our love will find a way And I will find a way If I put you on a bus I'm not afraid we'll lose us Your love is like an ink stain on my hand