Did I even know what I was doing
Did I have a clue what it would mean
After 9 months of contemplating
When we faced the you and the me

They say there's a natural bond
But it's not a movie, no violins playing
Though when we locked eyes in that first minute
Just a cry and I knew what you were saying

3 years on, now you tell me your thoughts
Every detail, every thought, all you've done
Simple expressions through which futures unfold
And the love of a mother and son