Bella Luna sing and play along

Mystery, the moon,

a hole in the sky,

a supernat'ral nightlight,

so full but often wry.

A pair of eyes, a closing one,

a chosen child of golden sun.

A marble dog that chases cars to farthest reaches of the beach and far beyond into the swimming sea of stars.

The cosmic fish, they love to kiss.

They're giving birth to constellations.

No riffs and, oh, no reservation.

If they should fall, you'd get a wish or dedication.

May I suggest you get the best

for nothing less than you and I.

Let's take a chance as this romance is rising,

oh, before we lose the lighting.

Oh, Bella, Bella, please,

Bella, you beautiful luna.

Oh, Bella, do what you

do.

You are an illuminating anchor

of leagues too infinite in number,

crashing waves and breaking thunder,

tiding the ebb and flow of hunger.

You're dancing naked there for me.

You expose all memory.

You make the most of boundary.

You're the ghost of royalty imposing love.

You are the queen and king combining ev'rything,

intertwining like a ring around the finger of a girl.

I'm just a singer;

you're the world.

All I can bring ya is the language of a lover.

Bella Lunaaa, my beautiful, beautiful moon,

how you swoon

me like no other,

oh.

May I suggest you get the best of your wish.

May I insist at no contest for little you or smaller I,

a larger chance at what all there may lie

on the rise,

on the brink of our lives.

Bella, pleaeeeeease, Bella, you

beautiful luna, oh, Bella, do what you

do.