Claire de lunenHow high the moon arosenMaybe truenWe quit too soon I thoughtnWe quit too soon I thoughtnnThere's no place I'd rather benThere's no face I'd rather seenJust in case you won't receive mennNow there are things a man is born againstnClaire de lune, where is that moon of lust?nHow high the moon ascendsnnTheres no place I'd rather benThere's no face I'd rather seenJust in case you won't receive mennCause you don't believe menOh baby please relentnThe night sneaks 'round my stealthnMa belle's soul recastnSomehow we'd never metnnTo make this happennYou must hold your truce alonenTo make love happennThe moon must send ya homennThere's no place that I'd, I'd rather benThere's no place that I'd, I'd rather benThere's no place that I'd rather be with you, I'd rather benThere's no place, there's no place, that I'd rather benThere's no place that'd I'd rather be with youn