Lullaby

So where do we begin? It must be thirty-five years . . .



You've the breath of my mother, the life of a stranger;



and there's so much to tell - so much I need to know.



All of the stories, and reasons



But your face I remember and your breath I remember



Take me in your arms, take me in your arms



So go out tonight and look up at the stars,



the light that you see is as old as I am.



And that's what I see, when I gaze in your eyes



Loving a ghost lost in confusion of time - but our love remains



through these brightest hours.



And my secret world



And your face I remember - and your breath I remember



Take me in your arms, take me in your arms