The Lovers

Speak low, move close, let the world disappear
There's nowhere I would rather be than right here
I've heard people talk about it, never had my own
A warm place, the rarest thing I've ever known
Like waking up inside a dream

No need to fly away from where we are
Shoot me to the sun, I'll bring you the stars
Nothing compares to this, a love so sweet
You're my favorite thing, like apples and ruby rings

White lace fine shoes dancing around the room
We play like two lovers coming into bloom
Diptyque
John Lee Hooker's playing
Blue Moon, Ruby Woo
You smile and I sing my part to you:
"Knocks me dead right off my feet"

No need to fly away from where we are
Shoot me to the sun, I'll bring you the stars
Nothing compares to this, a love so sweet
You're my favorite thing, like flowers and tea

I won't save it for later
I'm gonna spend it all where we are
And whose to say we won't waver
For now we'll try to be just lie with me

No need to fly away from where we are
Shoot me to the sun, I'll bring you the stars
Nothing compares to this, a love so sweet
You're my favorite thing, like Paris, Miles, and Joni
Yeah you're my favorite thing, like apples and ruby rings