Baby, there's the moon.

I'll sing it down if you ask me to.

And maybe I'm a fool,

but nothing ever felt this good.



It's like a bottle to the head.

I'm seeing stars, I'm seeing red.

I'd taste your mouth in any kiss.

Where do you end

and I begin?



Baby there's the moon.

I'll shoot it down if you tell me to.

And maybe I'm a fool,

but nothing ever felt this good.



It's like a bottle to the head.

I'm seeing stars, I'm seeing red.

I'd taste your mouth in any kiss.

Where do you end and I begin?



Where I begin . . .

Where I begin . . .



It's like a bottle to the head.

I'm seeing stars, I'm seeing red.

I'd taste your mouth in anyone's kiss.

Where do you end and I begin?

It's like a bottle to the head.

Peg the needle in the red!

I'd taste your mouth in any kiss.

Where do you end and I begin?



Baby, there's the moon.

I'll sing it down if you tell me to.

And maybe I'm a fool,

but nothing ever felt this good.