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