You may find it too simple
How some of those great things begin,
Can you summon the force
To invent all those limits,
To enter every little scene
Keeping fingers across?
It seems all too usual,
Seems not so special,
But when the trust prevails over passion
It's time to start wondering if that is sense of living

To feel that he's standing near,
To reveal that he cares for me,
With his voice I've got a place to strive,
With his arms open waking heyday of my life.

You may find it amusing
How such little things go on,
Can you summon the force
To forgive what seemed lethal,
To spell with every little bone
Final answer "of course"?
To guard something nameless
We've got for each other,
With every time of being again with him
Filling my brain with him,
Everything survives
'Coz that is sense of living

To feel that he's standing near,
To reveal that he cares for me,
With his voice my mental wings appear,
With his arms open there for me

When one lifetime fits another
Let me manage to discover
Him who's gifting his lover 
Brightest years of mine.

To feel that he's standing near,
To reveal that he cares for me,
With his voice my mental wings arrive,
With his arms open waking heyday of my life.