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 before They say you're a frog prince swollen with pride Always a bridesmaid, never a bride Getting confused in Santa Cruz Living in a dream Touching across the room like lovers from the moon Dancing all night to the tune of lovers from the moon I'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 Touching across the room like lovers from the moon Dancing all night to the tune of lovers from the moon ---------------