Four stories up
Swedish girl in Lisbon
Marijke, Marijke, Marijke, I like ya
The morning of
The clothes we lived in
Marijke, Marijke, Marijke, I'll write ya
Take my hand
You're in my head
I won't look back
I want you, yeah
I want to, I want to, I want to, I want to
Take your hand
You're in my head
I won't look back
I want you, yeah
I want to, I want to, I want to, I want to
War stories of
Foreign words for love I told to
Marijke, Marijke, Marijke
A vodka soda, nineteen years old
It's pretty here, there's pretty views back home too
Marijke, Marijke, Marijke
Oh I can't remember your face
I can't remember your name
Marijke, Marijke, Marijke
I'm falling from four stories up
Sweetest girl in Lisbon
Marijke, Marijke, Marijke, I'll write ya
Take my hand
You're in my head
I won't look back
I want you, yeah
I want to, I want to, I want to, I want to
Take your hand
You're in my head
I won't look back
I want you, yeah
You want me, you want me, you want me
I want you to