You pack a bag, you say goodbye
You kiss me on the cheek and look me in the eye
You tell a lie that you will soon return to me
I loved you then, I love you still
And now, it won't be long until you're here at last
And then I ask: If your heart still burns for me?

I would travel every ring of Hell
Just to see if you'll be mine
Merry Sinsmas
Know that you are on my mind (ah-ah-ah, ah)
Merry Sinsmas
Truer love is hard to find

I would travel every ring of Hell
Just to see if you'll be mine
Merry Sinsmas
Know that you are on my mind (oh, on my mind)
Merry Sinsmas
Truer love is hard to find