David Lee Roth

Those eyes burn holes
Into the starry night
And when her sleepy eyes
Are open wide
You can fairly dance beneath her light
And I'd love to get to know the natives
But I'm only flesh and blood
She'll share your joys
But not your sorrows
Mistress of the coming flood.
Hina
Cool upon the silent sea
Isn't she the moon queen
Hina
Whispering, In my dreams
You must come back to me
And the tides rise and a distant sigh
Falls on deaf ears
Her vision makes you every inch a king