I look at I look at you. And you look at me too. And deep in our hearts we know it. I heard it on the news. You weren't much of a muse. But then I weren't much of a poet. I look at you. you look at me too. And deep in our hearts we know it. I heard it on the news. You weren't much of a muse. But I wasn't much of a poet. Remember when I kissed your lips when sleep was upon you. your lips responded deep and divine. I kissed your lips when sleep was upon you. Then I awoke to the wreck of our age. But still your face comes shining through. I had a siggarette and I try to forget. but through my window a melody sing. lone violin plan some fucking thing. from Ireland and Scotland or Wales. still your face comes shining through. still your face comes shining through. it's a language of love that rises above. all knowledge and science and arts. it doesn't take much just to whisper and a touch. to thurety demolish my heart. still your face comes shining through. still your face comes shining through