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