There will always be a problem.
There will always be a knock.  
The lady takes you,
And you don't know where you're at,
Or why your'e there at all.

Each separation takes its toll.
The lady cries when you're cold.
Take your dreams, hold them tight,
There's nothing in this world other than you
And what you believe is right.

Can't you see, my lady of thee,
That I am I and you are you?
That what we strive for
Is something within us, something new and
Something old?

I allow myself to be seen.
What has past, has also been.
But don't tell yourself
That the future is yours,
My love for you
Is deep down
To my pores.
I'm here for you and you,
You are here for me too.

Can't you see,
My pretty beauty,
That my love
For thee
Is for thee

Only?