Lovers From the Moon

They say, everyone you touch, turns to gold
They say, we're too young, I think we're too old
Ugly as sin, pale, and thing
They've been wrong beforeThey say, you're a frog prince swollen with pride
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride
Getting confused in Santa Cruz
Living in a dreamTouching across the room like lovers from the moon
Dancing all night to the tune of lovers from the moonI'm not afraid to walk hand in hand
I think we were made to lie in the sand
Decadently by the sea, under the sun