Scorching sun, gravel roads
A simple life could be all we know
The sea so clear
Like where the mountains meet the sky
We'd be happy here
Either dead or alive
Would you be so kind, as to fall in love with me?
Standing in the shade, underneath the fig tree
When hearts are scarred it's hard to gauge exactly how you feel
But baby I'm sold that all of this is real
A marketplace filled with merchants
A tiny church next door
Where the minutes turn to hours and time doesn't matter anymore
Bugs that sing, bells that ring in the distance
No sound compares, no worries or cares
Just your searing skin and mine
Would you be so kind, as to fall in love with me?
Standing in the shade, underneath the fig tree
When hearts are scarred it's hard to gauge exactly how you feel
But baby I'm sold that all of this could be real
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
Would you be so kind?
