Your gentle soul was open to me
My hand on your waist
With who you be
And you are the first and the last to ever be
The way you looked at me
Wherever you are

The door of our fate creaking ajar
There's a young catalpa tree

With the light on your face
From the rising of the moon
I saw it go down and scattered
The first to love me for who I am
Its golden light across the ground
And cranny, and bar
And your eyes were like diamonds
Across this city with you
We sat down to the feast of our youth
Maybe the sun will rise
Make sure I understand and I'll understand
Turning inside the lock
I'll always remember
I held you in the alley

I always will love to waltz

Your light was so pure I could hear
Out behind the record store

I could hear the key in the hand of God
To the falling of the dew
I know you're out there somewhere

And I am so in love with who you be