I've climbed out of every window
In the house where you were raised
We hid from your parents
And snuck away for days and days and days
Crouched in the alleys
We dragged on stolen cigarettes
And I, I thought to myself, this has to be
As beautiful and strange as it gets
And I recall
Our first dance in the assembly hall
The way your body moved
Beneath my trembling hands
Every song you'd sing along
Seasons pass
I learned the finest things in life, they last
So I climbed down
To my one good knee
And I stuttered
And I shuddered
And I cried out, won't you marry me?
Well I may not have
All that much to lose
But I will spend my days
Finding faster ways
To get myself back to you
And there will come a time
When we will sleep in every Sunday
We will hide down in the sheets
We will keep each other warm
It's the space where our hands meet
We will sleep in every Sunday
And we'll hide down in the sheets
We will keep each other warm
It's the space where our hands meet
Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Ba ba ya ba ba ba ba