L'opera Buffa Rousing (Live from Rockwood Music Hall)

On a King Street Christmas nightscape – an after midnight lightscape
You leaned back and I caught you falling in love
Whistling the gladdest of glad scores while calloused finger pads four
Do rattle blackened metal picket fences

And we'll never tiptoe on this cobblestone the same way again

Take me to a place where we are wicker basket metronoming
All our fingers wed as one
Verdant-pastured, we are forever-aftering
Nothing but nectar-whispers on my tongue

And we'll never totter on these cracking curbs the same way again

Because you believe in the stars as I believe in your hazel eyes
Because your eyes see my Star Stories are more than playful lies

And I'll tell you that I love you like I forgot I already told you
Every day and again and again
You might tell me that you need me too, like you forgot you already told me
Every day and again and again and again

And we'll never peer down these French Quarter alleys the same way again

All because of a King Street Christmas nightscape – on an after midnight lightscape
When you leaned back and I caught you falling love
You leaned back and I caught you falling in love
You leaned back and I caught you catching me falling in love