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.

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



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Bread (Sissel)