Verse 1: Male

You brought two lemons and a paper crown

I had a borrowed bike with the brakes worn down

We met by the bakery, quarter past noon

You said, “Pick a direction,” I said, “Pick a tune”

Verse 1: Female

I had red paint drying on my left-hand sleeve

A pocket full of buttons and a reason to leave

You laughed at my suitcase, I laughed at your plan

Then we shook hands like a marching band

Pre-Chorus: Both

No map, no ticket, no need to explain

A little bit of trouble makes a beautiful train

Chorus: Both

Come on, come on, turn the whole room round

Put your feet on the floor till you rattle the ground

You bring the sugar, I’ll bring the spice