I was a whisper in your mouth.
Word that dried out and wouldn't come out.
Like the name of your first born on the tip of your tounge.
I was a swimmer jumping out.
When your mom was mere quiver on your grandmother's blouse.
Oh life was a glimmer, just a string of pearls.
Oh new life is blind…
Oh new life is blind…
Oh new life is blind…
Oh new life is blind…
I was your girl all the time.
You were burning on the meed of my mind.
Oh, oh, yearning, color the wall.
Oh, new life is blind…
Oh, new life is blind…
Oh, new life is blind…
Oh, new life is blind…
I had two hands on your shoulder.
And my knees was squeezing at your waist.
And time was teasing, freezing in the frame.
*** Comment: I am unsure about the You were burning on the meed of my mind, whether it's meed or not. Other than that, everything is correct.