Speak to me, then, softly and low
Speak to me about all the places that you’ve known
Tell me about your life and why
Your eyes, your hands, your face
Remind me of things long gone by
Speak to me then, about your feelings and fears
I’ll listen, I promise, I never will stop
Your flow of words, the timbre of your voice
Gives me shivers and leaves me no choice
Speak to me then about passion and pain
And I will listen until it is dawn again
Your voice is so low, so beautiful, so grave
It sets alight the stars in the night;
Your voice is what when the years spin by
The missing substance that I will crave;
Your voice will bring the tears to my eyes
Years later at every sunrise.
