Nothing Hill - SHE

She maybe the face i can`t forget, a trace of pleasure of regret / May be the treasure or the price i have to pay / She may be the song that summer sings, may be the chill that autumn brings / May be a hundred diferent things

She may be the beauty or the beast, may be the famine or the feast / May turn each day into a heaven or a hell / She may be the mirror of my dream, a smile reflected in a stream / She may not be what she may seem, inside her shell

She who always seem so happy in a crowd/ whose eyes can be so private and so proud / No one`s allowed to see then when they cry

She may be the love that can`t hope to last/ may come to me from shadows of the past / That i remember till the day i die.

She may be the reason i survive, the way and wherefore i´m alive / The one i´ll care for throug the rough and ready years / Me, i´ll take her laughter and her tears, and make then all my souvenirs

For where she goes i´ve got to be,

The meaning of my life is

She