Текст песни Marie's Theme

Her only remark was a closing remark That one sometimes hears between friends. And she began to emerge Without speaking a word Into something quite different from him. For she usually would start Where he usually would stop And then blissfully wade right on through. Still the ideas unfolded in their perfect array Only hinting at what lay beyond them, Hidden behind all the logic one finds without Truth. I recall how a carnival meeting in late Fall Had brought me together with them. With no real direction, but just simple reflection Of movement as clear as the wind. We both stood there gazing And not quite believing, Nor willing to change points of view. Still the ideas unfolded in their perfect array Only hinting at what lay beyond them, Hidden behind all the logic one finds without Truth. So I'm watching another exceptional flower Beginning to blossom and grow. As yet still unspoken But with more than a token Reminder of times yet to go. And the frequent suggestion Is that time is the question And not so much which one you choose. Still ideas will unfold in their perfect array Only hinting at what lay beyond them, Hidden behind all the logic one finds without Truth.