A touch upon my forehead

a kiss so soft and warm

a smile that faded in the night

that never meant me harm

he lives inside a special place

that's deep inside of me

sheltered by my feelings

that no one else will see

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A whisper from Marseilles

a whisper from a friend

that drifts along an empty shore

his love he tries to send

Imagining an ocean

riding on the waves

things we used to talk about

the things we used to crave

no footsteps left behind him

or voice that can be heard

no questions left to ask now

love was the final word

Chorus

All things living, moving, breathing

all we want to see

all things living, moving breathing

all we'll ever be

Chorus