I look your way with an ethereal fond gaze
Like you're the only one I have ever seen
I soulfully press my lips onto your forehead
Like you're the only one I have ever touched
For you're the only one I have ever asked
The Moon is beautiful, isn't it?

You look my way, so I align myself with your glare
And oh... those dead, however deadly, Aquarian eyes
Such stare you thought would make me speed away
The eyes which made me want to know a little more
That had me wait for a while, forgive a little longer
For such reason, the Moon is beautiful, isn't it?

Just before a little more turned into colossally more
You unconsciously opened your hazel eyes wider
You unknowingly allowed me to see the life within
Soon I taught myself your ways, used it as a compass
Only to realize you're more like me and less like them
Apart from that, the Moon is beautiful, isn't it?

I talk about you to my friends and then I distinguish
That talking to myself about you is most unblemished
As if I'm trying to keep you sheltered in a mystical orb
Where people can't heal you, yet they can't hate you either
Where people can't hurt you, yet they can't love you either
We've come thus far and still, the Moon is beautiful, isn't it?