I try to string these words to say
What all you mean to me;
I cannot bring the thing to life
Or make the people see
That images are nothing when
The real thing can be seen;
And love is paradise, and hell,
And all else in between
I try to string these words to say
What all you mean to me;
I cannot bring the thing to life
Or make the people see
That images are nothing when
The real thing can be seen;
And love is paradise, and hell,
And all else in between