If
sung 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 are all that's left me to.
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;
one by one the stars would all go out, then,
you and I would simply fly away...
