Your hand on my leg under the oil painting sky
Wind blowing through our hair on the 405
And traffic's at a standstill, it's LA, what'd you expect
We're listening to Zeppelin, you're kissing my neck
You cradle me in your arms in the dark, in the back
We're looking at the stars, the moon is the cheshire cat
And your parents can probably see from the window
They say "they're just kids", well, 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 telling me we're gonna be the exception