She
Elvis Costello

She, maybe the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price
I have to pay

She, maybe the song the summer sings
Maybe the chill the autumn brings
Maybe you're hundred diffrent things
Within the measure of a day

She, maybe the beauty or the beast
Maybe the phantom or the feast
May turn each day
Into a heaven or a hell

She, maybe the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not de what she will see
Inside a shell

She want to seem so happy in the crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so brown
No one's allowd to see them
When they cry

She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember
Till the day I die

She maybe the reason I survive
The why and where for I'm alive
The what I care for
Through the rough and many years

Me, I take a laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
And where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She
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