If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I
paint you?
The words will never show, the you I've come to know.
If a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am
I to go?
there's no one home but you, You're all that's left me
too.
And when, my love, for life is running dry,
you come, and pour, yourself, on me.
If a man could be two places at one time I'd be with
you.
tomorrow and today, together all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down
to die,
I'd spend the end with you, and when the world was
through,
Then one, by one, the stars would all go out
and you, and I, would simply fly away