Lullaby - New Model Army

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