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