Babe,

let's move to Sicily,
just you and me and the mediterranean sea.
I work on a scallop boat that would keep us afloat,
the sun would burn my throat.

You lie beneath the shade writing songs all day
into the summer haze and
in the evening we go stealing out beneath different stars.

Night would hold us and gently fold us
we'd lose our minds in tiny bars.
We never argue 'cause with just us two
there'd be no point to.
They need a surgeon 'cause in this version
we become one person.

And in the evening we go stealing out beneath different stars.
The night would hold us
and gently fold us,
we'd lose our minds in tiny bars.

Youth Group