Angus & Julia Stone - Bella

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 year?s 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 we?ll 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 we?ll go where you want We?ll sail the seven seas I hope all is well in Daisy's dreams In Daisy's dreams