Lyrics

Impossible
Jenny Bienemann

“Just off the top of your head,” she said
“Tell me why you love me.”

“Silly girl!
The flash of your eyes drives the dark to day
Even the warmth of your hand chases words away
Impossible to explain.”

“Then I withdraw my hand,” she said
“Now you can tell me why you love me.”

He said: “The first heave of a wave at sea
The wind in an ancient pine tree

The smell of the sun on warm skin
The feel of cold weather before it begins

A perfectly skipped round stone
A shell that sings in your ear alone

In each dwells a refrain
That I hear best when you call my name”

Impossible to explain.