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