If
(by Bread)
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 one home but you, You're all that left me too
And when my love for life is running dry,
You'll come and pour your self on me
If a man (woman) could be two places at one time, I'd be with you
Tomorow 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 true
And one by one, the stars would all go out
Then you and I would simply fly away.....
Monday, August 10, 2009
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