If a picture paints a thousand words then why can't I paint you? The words will never show the real you I've come to know
If a face launched a thousand ships then were am I to go? No one's home but you, you're all that's left to me
And when my well for love is running dry you come and pour yourself on me and if a man could be two places at one time I'd be with you tomorrow and today beside you all the way If the world were to stop revolving spinning slowly down to die I'd spend the end with you and one by one the stars will all fall down then you and I will simply fly away!!!
