| Song | Walk |
| Artist | An Pierlé |
| Album | Helium Sunset |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| So if you’d walk | |
| A thousand miles | |
| Until you’d reach our home tonight | |
| We’d set fire | |
| To everything | |
| So what d’’ you think | |
| Through heavy snowfall | |
| And bitter cold | |
| I hope you’re packed | |
| In solid clothes | |
| Your shiny mooses | |
| Don’t need to rest | |
| It’s for the best | |
| Maybe it is true | |
| Love’s to bleed | |
| True love | |
| Is to need | |
| Sometimes | |
| It flows to the sea | |
| That’s why you always come | |
| Back to me | |
| With jam & coffee | |
| And toasted bread | |
| On Sunday morning | |
| We’ll talk and sit | |
| And we’re surprised | |
| That we are blessed | |
| Such happiness | |
| You’re so attractive | |
| Your salty smell | |
| Is my favourite flavour | |
| I live to tell | |
| That by tonight | |
| You will be here | |
| Come, I’m in need | |
| True love | |
| To need, we have | |
| Agreed True love don’t need no receipt |
| So if you' d walk | |
| A thousand miles | |
| Until you' d reach our home tonight | |
| We' d set fire | |
| To everything | |
| So what d'' you think | |
| Through heavy snowfall | |
| And bitter cold | |
| I hope you' re packed | |
| In solid clothes | |
| Your shiny mooses | |
| Don' t need to rest | |
| It' s for the best | |
| Maybe it is true | |
| Love' s to bleed | |
| True love | |
| Is to need | |
| Sometimes | |
| It flows to the sea | |
| That' s why you always come | |
| Back to me | |
| With jam coffee | |
| And toasted bread | |
| On Sunday morning | |
| We' ll talk and sit | |
| And we' re surprised | |
| That we are blessed | |
| Such happiness | |
| You' re so attractive | |
| Your salty smell | |
| Is my favourite flavour | |
| I live to tell | |
| That by tonight | |
| You will be here | |
| Come, I' m in need | |
| True love | |
| To need, we have | |
| Agreed True love don' t need no receipt |
| So if you' d walk | |
| A thousand miles | |
| Until you' d reach our home tonight | |
| We' d set fire | |
| To everything | |
| So what d'' you think | |
| Through heavy snowfall | |
| And bitter cold | |
| I hope you' re packed | |
| In solid clothes | |
| Your shiny mooses | |
| Don' t need to rest | |
| It' s for the best | |
| Maybe it is true | |
| Love' s to bleed | |
| True love | |
| Is to need | |
| Sometimes | |
| It flows to the sea | |
| That' s why you always come | |
| Back to me | |
| With jam coffee | |
| And toasted bread | |
| On Sunday morning | |
| We' ll talk and sit | |
| And we' re surprised | |
| That we are blessed | |
| Such happiness | |
| You' re so attractive | |
| Your salty smell | |
| Is my favourite flavour | |
| I live to tell | |
| That by tonight | |
| You will be here | |
| Come, I' m in need | |
| True love | |
| To need, we have | |
| Agreed True love don' t need no receipt |