Here’s a man who studied love, like volumes on a shelf
Marking up the pages, he reasons with himself
He builds his cases, and crafts arguments
And who’s the girl that’d waste her time, when all he makes is sense
When all that he can make is sense
Beauty like the world has never known
As vain today as it’ll be tomorrow
But lately you’ve been feeling darker days closing in
And a gaze the likes of which you’ve never seen
Is turning everywhere but your direction
The whispers of your lying heart will set you chasing after wind
Here’s a man who labored for the shelter he provides
Arrows in his quiver, a woman at his side
He’s getting older, but she keeps him young
Countless flowers in the world, and all he needs is one
Beauty like the world has never known
As vain today as it’ll be tomorrow
But faintly you can hear the chorus of a siren’s song
And a gaze the likes of which you’ve never seen
Is turning everywhere but your direction
An awful fear you’ll never find another quite as beautiful
. . .
Beauty like the world has never known
As vain today as it’ll be tomorrow
But lately you’ve been feeling darker days closing in
You fancy she could be the one you love
The smile that greets you early in the morning
The whispers of your lying heart will set you chasing after wind
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