Eurythmics
She
She maybe the face I can't forgetA trace of pleasure or regretMaybe my treasure or the price I have to payShe maybe the song that summer singsMaybe the chill that autumn bringsMaybe a hundred different thingsMaybe the measure of a day She maybe the beauty or the beastMaybe the famine or the feastMay turn each day into a heaven or a hellShe maybe the mirror of my dreamA smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she may seemInside her shell She who always seems so happy in a crowdWho's eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to see them when they cryShe maybe the love that cannot lastMay come from shadows of the pastThat I remember until the day I die She maybe the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I'm aliveThe one I care for through the roughMe, I take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I've got to beThe meaning of my life is she
From Letras Mania