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