It's getting late at night
I wonder if you're coming by to
Talk about it all
It's a slow song we wrote
Without a beat to let us know
Where all the turns will fall
Somewhere on our third drink
Between the living room and the kitchen sink
You thought you saw a ghost
And in those backyards
When the moonlight was only ours
Desperate times stood still
Just burnin'
Me and my girl
Slowly turning
Me and my girl
Now we talk in cars
Under streetlights far apart
Quietly and low
Sunday you'll make a scene
The colors run from you and me
We're oceans out of view
Just burning
Me and my girl
Slowly turning
Me and my girl
We're just learning
Me and my girl
Slowly burning
Me and my girl
Me and my
Me and my
