If a picture paints a thousand words, then why cant I paint you?
The words will never show, the you Ive come to know.
If a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am I to go?
theres no one home but you, Youre all thats 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 Id be with you.
tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
Id 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