Letras
The dream isn't wild, it isn't new
Men who haven't met in a motel room
We're in some better off relative's lakeside home
It's own sunset and time zone
Our folks off on their own
We could mingle just below
The cedar stairwell if we so chose
Just beyond the threshold
But for now, it's low lamplight
And eyes glued
That mood I feared I'd always have to refuse
Blooms like it was meant to
The dream isn't wild, it isn't new
It soothes and alludes to being
Two American grooms
Toasting to travel and awe
To health and to youth
Below the cedar stairwell in the living room
Flaunt you on my lap like I'm joking
Our parents pause to see us through the glassware
They want us like this
And life is fair
