Lyrics: It's Sweet

Down on, the lower, east side,
In the dirtiest apartment you could find,
You took me up to your place,
But the elevator threw me into space.

And I didn't really even ask, what time it was,
I could tell the way you draw the curtain back.

It's sweet, how you believe,
You're in love, with me,
You're in love with me.

You come 'round, and open the gate,
To a million empty bottles on the slate,
You can overthink, anything you want,
But it really doesn't matter, 'cause.

It's sweet, to believe,
You're in love, with me,
You're in love with me.

In the early light, I catch you starin',
And you make a joke about it.

It's sweet, how you believe,
You're in love, with me,
You're in love with me.
It's sweet, how you believe,
You're in love, with me,
You're in love with me.