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 on-e 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 on-e 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 on-e by on-e the stars would all go out,
and you and I would simply fly away