So where do we begin?
It must be thirty-five years
You've the breath of my mother, the life of a stranger
so much to tell
so much I need to know.
All of the stories, the reasons
Your face I remember
and your breath I remember
Take me in your arms, back in your arms
Take me in your arms
So walk out this night
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
Your face I remember
and your breath I remember
Take me in your arms, take me in your arms
back in your arms
Your face I remember
and your breath I remember
Take me in your arms, back in your arms
Take me in your arms