Tim Buckley

Although you've spoken many times before,
A sight of birth he leaves you by a door.
And now you know he doesn't understand.
And all you need is the warmth of his hand.
And if he'd smile your loving blood would dance,
One silent kiss leaves you in a trance.
And now you know you cannot live alone,
But you will find your future is unknown.
One day the questions rise.
On wings of chance you fly.