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.

If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly

down to die,And when the world was through.

I want to stand with you on a mountain.

I want to bathe with you in the sea.

I want to lay like this forever.

Until the sky falls down on me.