You come up your head back you smile from your corner. You hand me my keys back and you rush me out. You can't believe your luck you found me. I tell you I'm higher than some 17-year cicada, and I'll be here for hours if you stick around you make me think I'll be alright. We'll share our favorite photographs of where we'll go. Plan some trip out east of Eden, Idaho. Can't believe the things I tell you.
I can't believe my luck.
I think I know I think I found my love here.
Your brother keeps calling from some fireworks show south of Paris. Ignore it God please ignore it, lover we can barely talk. We're close enough to being alright. I tell you I'm higher than some 17-year cicada and we'll stay up, I promise, 'til we can barely talk and I can't believe my luck I think I found you.