Bella - Angus & Julia Stone

Hello

There goes the gal in the pretty skirt

With the golden smile that made you feel new

Like when the marching band strolls the street

You know another years come too soon

So you took her hand and she gave a look

That sent you to the moon

And there you spoke the words of a gentleman

Can I have this dance with you?

Can I share this dance with you?

Won’t you come on home?

I built us a flying machine

And well go where you want

And we’ll sail the seven seas

I hope all is well in Daisy’s dreams

There goes the gal

Yeah, the pretty bird, on the golden mile

That made you feel real

She took with on to the stars

She don’t make no big deal

And there she sits with them big old fields

Of daisies and rusty mills

And when the sun, it shines on her hair of gold

She’s beautiful, she’s beautiful

Won’t you come on home?

I built us a flying machine

And well go where you want

Well sail the seven seas

I hope all is well in Daisy’s dreams

In Daisy’s dreams