Look at us! Wow.
We’re a match-set, babe.
You dance to my waltz and I strut where you stride.
And I know it’s not all gonna be cake-walks and picnics,
but right now, by God — you can see my soul smile.
If the world ends tomorrow, we’ll just hold it together.
If we die the day after, we’ve had one forever.
The haters may gawk and keep asking us why,
but all I know is if I were dreaming,
this would be the moment