• You're shaking and it's only a southern summer in July And I'm breaking with every muttered aside and shuddered sigh Because you're making this so much harder than it needs to be Swearing you could never bring yourself to hurt me But what kills me more than anything Is that there's inches between our jeans And I'd like the friction to permit these Dizzy daydreams I've been pleading Would come true Fix a smile as you fit me against you Whisper every sunset you've grown to accept As a miracle as beautiful as you are to me We'll get torn by the waves as we stand by the sea Not wading but waiting on our east coast beach Where have you been these past couple of days? Let's agree to disagree, but you're still so perfect to me And perception is reality, at least that's what you always say Let's run away to Italy So far from these small towns and big cities We'll hide in a shack on the beach with the prettiest sunrise And we'll never turn back or let worries color our skies The sad country hills will match the green in your eyes Chasing through vineyards and orchards The dreams we could never afford Back home in our old lonely lives We'll stare at the stars as they brighten our hearts Lying on a rooftop, trying to stop making it so hard To learn to read the lies they put in our heads They always claimed we'd get nowhere at best And anywhere with you I may still be a mess But at least I'm somewhere else than the past And it won't ever matter if we leave tonight Forget the way home, forget what you know and what's right Because at midnight we'll be gone to end up in the morning Across the Atlantic, you with me, and we can't Stop smiling We won't give a warning They should already know why we can't stay I just hope you'll come along if I can escape And we can run away to Italy So close to getting those small hopes and big dreams We'll laugh as we embrace on the beach with the prettiest sunset And we'll never retrace or let our skies be colored with regrets The sad village sidewalks will match the gold in your eyes Chasing through valleys and meadows of fireflies The wishes we couldn't pressure stars with will be reborn Too many city lights scaring them off back home In their old lonely skies Here's to our new transatlantic lives

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