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