the exception

you hand under my leg

under the oil painted sky

wind blowing through our hair

on the 405

traffic is at a standstill

it's LA, what'd you expect

we're listening to Zeppelin

you're kissing my neck

you cradle me in youu arms

in the dark, in the back

we're looking at the stars

moon's lit Cheshire Cat

you parents can probably

see through the window

they'll say "they're just kids

what the hell do they know"

scared

i love you so much i'm scared

cuz they say young love's a loss or it's a lesson

here

i just want to be here

my heart is telling me

we won't be the exception