They say people love looking at the stars,
But the sky loves looking at you, too.
The sun, the clouds, even Mars,
They love to see what you do.

The sky likes us to lay in the moonlight,
For then it can stare at your eyes.
The time we went there in the dark night,
Seeing the fire in the skies, and the Emerald dyes,
in your eyes, so vivid and bright, the moon's light,
Silver-white, our hearts to ignite, we hold tight,
And we kiss, and we lay there,
And we go up in the night.