[Intro – soft Spanish guitar, shimmering like moonlight on water] [Verse 1:] The moon is waking slowly, lifting silver from the sea. Every wave she calls to rises like your heartbeat calling me. Your eyes glow in the shadows, aquamarine and bright, and the tide begins to tremble just to play within your light. [Pre-Chorus: (In Spanish)] Cuando diriges tu mirada hacia la mía, todo el amplio océano empieza a elevarse. [(In English)] When you turn your gaze toward mine, the whole wide ocean starts to climb. [Chorus:] Oh, the moon and the sea, they rise the way you rise in me. Every step, every sway, pulls the waves into our play. In your eyes I see the tide, rushing in from deep inside— and the night begins to breathe as you draw the sea to me. [Break – Spanish guitar riff + swelling strings, like waves cresting] [Verse 2:] Now the rhythm’s growing wilder, like the surf against the shore. Every spin becomes a breaker, every heartbeat wanting more. Your laughter curls around me like the wind that stirs the deep, and the ocean leaps in fire as our bodies find their sweep. [Pre-Chorus: (In Spanish)] Cuando me sostienes en ese giro, la tormenta dentro del mar comienza. [(In English)} When you hold me in that spin, the storm inside the sea begins. [Middle Chorus – more intense] Oh, the moon and the sea, they rise the way you rise in me. Let the waves crash higher still, let the night obey your will. In your eyes the waters climb, pulling me beyond all time— and the dance becomes a storm as your fire keeps me warm. [Interlude – Spanish guitar + swelling strings, like waves cresting] [Bridge:] But even storms grow quiet, and the sea must find its rest. As our breathing softens gently, your head settles on my chest. The moon pulls clouds around her, drawing curtains soft and deep, like a lover curling inward as she drifts into her sleep. [Final Chorus – soft, fading:] Oh, the moon and the sea, they settle as you settle into me. Let the waves fall low and light, let the world grow still tonight. In your eyes the embers gleam, fading softly into dream— and the moon hides in the clouds, falling quiet, falling free. [Outro – gentle Spanish guitar, like the tide slipping into slumber]
