Babe, let's move to Sicily.
Just you and me
And the Mediterranean Sea.
I'd work on a scallop boat,
That would keep us afloat,
The sun would burn my throat.
You'd lie beneath the shade
Writing songs all day
Give them to the summer haze
And in the evening
We'd go stealing
Out beneath different stars
The night would hold us
And gently fold us
We'd lose our minds in tiny bars
We'd never argue
Because with just us two
There'd would be no point to.
They'd need a surgeon
Because in this version
We'd become one person.