Your hand on my leg under the oil painted sky
Wind blowin´ through our hair on the 405
And traffic´s at a standstill, it´s LA, what´d you expect?
We´re listenin´ to Zeppelin, you´re kissin´ my neck

You cradle me in your arms in the dark in the back
We´re lookin´ at the stars, the moon´s lit Cheshire cat
And your parents can probably see you from the window
They´ll say, "They´re just kids," oh, what the hell do they know?

Scared, I love you so much I´m scared
´Cause they say young love´s a loss or it´s a lesson
Here, I always wanna be here
My heart is tellin´ me we´re gonna be the exception