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, and you've 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 spent 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.
*if/bread