To The Moon Video (MV)

Nineteen seventy something
We here baby
Nah mean, you got that Frank Sinatra
Fly me too the moon, you heard
It's Hearne, you heard
I took my spaceship all the way to your place
I felt your heart beat through the radio waves
You coming with me, don't you
Say that you can't
We bout to blast off baby
We bout to blast off
Girl I got this feeling
That you're super natural
Baby I don't mind it
Cause you know I am too
We could take the galaxy
Girl that's if we have to
But not before I make you mine
And then I'ma love you to the moon
And back, back
And we could travel round the universe
But baby first
Let me love you to the moon
And back, back
And we can meditate on a retrograde
The gravitational pull, there's no denying it
I could reach your body like braille and still I'm eyeing it
My night light that's guiding my way to hope
The same as the light bright I see through the telescope
And that amazing piece of space between rubble and heaven
Our encounter's a third kind
Harmonic progression
But my star would kill them all and then hold a procession
Cause my mission is to the moon, Apollo 11
Ha, a leap of faith, a moment for mankind
All haters get eclipsed, the result is a tan line
Them others were off course
I bet I can land mine
We never do lose connection, that's word to my landline
Shooting the stars that don't even feel real
Might steal one of Saturn's rings and Neil
Armstrong while I carry
Protect it like I was Gollum
My precious better than all of them
Tell Houston, we got a problem, E.Q
Girl I got this feeling
That you're super natural
Baby I don't mind it
Cause you know I am too
We could take the galaxy
Girl that's if we have to
But not before I make you mine
And then I'ma love you to the moon
And back, back
And we could travel round the universe
But baby first
Let me love you to the moon
And back, back
And we can meditate on a retrograde
Baby
It don't matter where I'm at, I could be in the car, at work, on the bus
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