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.
And 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.
I'd be with you tomorrow and today
Beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving
Spinning
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.
