Letras
Do your face, I'll comb my hair
State of grace in a shotgun chair
Shades of red from your lipstick stain
I remember everything
Saying, "We don't have to do this if you don't want
But the priest is waiting in the parking lot"
And baby
You and I will always want the same things
A little piece of land kissed by a sea breeze
A pair of hands to hold and ears to listen
Not just to exist but to be livin
We can go almost anywhere
Somewhere on the coast
Or to mountain air
I know you do best
Lyin' in the sun
Close to the equator
Drinking island rum
Or we can stay put if that's what you want
But I know a beach that stays nice and hot
Baby
You and I will always want the same things
A little piece of land kissed by a sea breeze
A pair of hands to hold and ears to listen
Not just to exist but to be livin
Pack your bags, we leave tonight
Adventure's waiting on the other side
Baby
You and I will always want the same things
A little piece of land kissed by a sea breeze
A pair of hands to hold and ears to listen
Not just to exist but to be livin
Oh, we're livin
Yeah, we're livin
Baby, we're livin
L-I-V-I-N