Where the Limoncello Grows by David Kastling Music

Lyrics

Late light spilling through the open blinds
Citrus on your hands, sugar in your mind
You're barefoot, dancing past the stove
Telling me secrets only peaches know
Stacked crates from the farmer's lane
We wash the dust, but keep the stain
Everything here moves real slow
Like it knows where the limoncello grows

You laugh like the rules don't apply
You live like the sun's on your side
And every little thing you do
Feels like a toast to something true

Take me where the limoncello grows
Where the days stretch out and nobody knows
What comes next, we don't need to guess
Just fresh air, fruit, and a cotton dress
Where the table's set but nothing's planned
And life drips sweet from your hand
Yeah, take me slow, take me close
Take me where the limoncello grows

We hang our laundry where the jasmine climbs
You slice zucchini, pour the wine
No rush, just rhythm in the breeze
Like even time gets down on its knees
Your touch is soft like homemade dough
You know the recipe, but let it go
And somehow in the mess and prose
You built a place where limoncello grows

Every word you speak feels light
You don't push, you don't fight
And I've been chasing all my life
But this is the first time it feels right

Take me where the limoncello grows
Where the nights don't end, they just slow-roll
Where we laugh in twos, and dream in threes
And peace hangs thick in the olive trees
Where the love is quiet, but it shows
Yeah, take me where the limoncello grows

You don't say much, but I get the tone
In your world, I feel known
A little salt, a little sun
And suddenly, I come undone

Take me where the limoncello grows
Where we don't pretend, and the silence flows
With fresh-cut fruit and linen skies
And stories that don't need alibis
Where nothing's missing, nothing owes
Just you and me, and how it goes
Yeah, take me slow, take me close
Take me where the limoncello grows