[Strophe]
     C 
Your hand on my leg under the oil painting sky 
     Em/B 
Wind blowing through our hair on the 405 
    Am 
And traffic's at a standstill, it's LA, what'd you expect 
      F 
We're listening to Zeppelin, you're kissing my neck
[Strophe]
    C 
You cradle me in your arms in the dark, in the back 
      Em/B 
We're looking at the stars, the moon is the cheshire cat 
         Am 
And your parents can probably see from the window 
     F 
They say "they're just kids", well, what the hell do they know
[Refrain]
C                              Em/B 
Scared, I love you so much I'm scared 
            Am                 G              F   G 
'Cause they say young love's a loss or it's a lesson 
C                       Em/B 
Here, I always wanna be here 
   Am               G              F  G 
My heart is telling me we're gonna be the exception