Frank London and Glen Berger nosn s vision

(Spoken) Stay, don't stir, not a sound. I don't know how, but nno, don't ask, not a thing, just touch, stay. Just lips. Just hold. Stay, stay, just...
O Sight, standing here like a dream
Your eyes flame so brightly
Ablaze like holy lamps
O come, come into my arms
I once thought the wind was your voice
The shadows your face, your hair
A shattered glass your laugh
But no...
But now at last you're here
How often in silence I heard
Your soft tread behind me
But it was just the leaves
Each time
And now at last you're mine
I never had eyes for another
They never were you- I swear
Even if you weren't here now
I might pretend you were
Now I might pretend you were
Now I might pretend you were here