(a. bell / v. clarke) Sweetheart, say you love me, Ill fly you too the moon. The choir of stars above me, Will sing out a heavenly tune. A rythm divine if youre so enclined, The perfect melody. Well 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. Well 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, Ill fly you too the moon. The choir of stars above me, Will sing out a heavenly tune. A rythm divine if youre so enclined, The perfect melody. Well go down to the water, Down to the water, and sail on a looking glass sea.