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’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
[shane and kian:]
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