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