Lyrics:

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