If a picture paints a
thousand worlds then
why can't I paint you
The worlds will never show
the you I've come to know
If a face chould 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 man 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
and you and I
would simply fly away