(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.
| 1 | Always |
| 2 | Love to hate you |
| 3 | A Little Respect |
| 4 | Sometimes |
| 5 | Chorus |
| 6 | Chains Of Love |
| 7 | Oh l’amour |
| 8 | Breath of Life |
| 9 | Star |
| 10 | Take Me Back |