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 woman could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today,
beside you 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,
Then you
and I
would
simply
fly
away..."