Florence in the Floorboards (feat. Hannah Flores)

Dear Hannah, There is a place that has no name Somewhere off the coast of Montpellier Someday we'll throw our phones like skipping stones Off a pier that would've made Monet moan And we can build a house for two Popsicle sticks and a little glue Long as it's you, dear I'm here to stay And if the tax man comes around Tell him that we both went fishing down There at the flea market for compliments We'll be the best-dressed pests in all of France Eating honey and mascarpone in the morning Visiting Nina Simone when it's pouring rain What do you say? We'll hide Florence in the floorboards And pour Paris in our glasses Grow Tarragona on the terrace 'Til the air smells like molasses We'll rub shoulders with sculptors And I'll tend to your rashes Oh at last, this silly little world is ours At last, this silly little world Is Ours