There are dreams of beaches,

 Of French towns on Indian shores.

You come to me now

In your blue jeans and white shirt

 You tell me your secrets

You whisper your life,

 Things lost, people found.

I search for you in crowds

 Searched for you in six lives

 Found you in the seventh.

I want you to know

 That I love watching you

 In the kitchen

 That I love it when you swing me 

 And sing me to sleep,

 When you pop a whole bunch

 of gems into your mouth

 Like a greedy child

 I found you, found you 

 In your blue jeans and white shirt.

I want you to know that

 It is worth six lives of search.