Lullaby
(Sullivan)
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 . . .