Lullaby کے بول

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