(A. Bell / V. Clarke)

Sweetheart, say you love me,

I'll fly you too the moon.

The choir of stars above me,

will sing out a heavenly tune.

A rythm divine if you're so enclined,

the perfect melody.

We'll go down to the water,

and sail on a looking glass sea.

Sweetheart, be my honey.

Lily a la lune.

The fire flies above me,

a will of the whisp, a lovely perfume.

A vision in white, a flame in the night,

in perfect harmony.

We'll go down to the water,

and sail on a looking glass sea.

Throw out the rope and cast a drift,

see where the midnight hour takes us.

Be the captain of my ship,

and hoist the anchor with a kiss.

Sweetheart, say you love me,

I'll fly you too the moon.

The choir of stars above me,

will sing out a heavenly tune.

A rythm divine if you're so enclined,

the perfect melody.

We'll go down to the water,

down to the water, and sail on a looking glass sea.