O Baby, don’t you see my pains and aches? Extend your hand – an aid for my salvation. And in return by proper gives and takes I’ll lead you safely to a new creation.
O Baby, don’t you doubt in my love. I pray and pray again: believe my feeling. Ignite my passion striking from above And bring more love and more intent for healing.
I am contracted to your magic eyes. You set the beat, my heart returns the music. I learn to keep your rhythm and improvise. I waste no chance for molding and fusing.
I’m picking up the bits of shattered mind It’s like a maze revealing new sensation. O Baby, anything, that you can find, Should flash again with joy and aspiration.
I have a feeling that my soul dies; My world is crashing and I beg you, Baby, Extend your hand and let me realize That I’ll survive to outlive this Babel.