Songs by: Elvis Costello

Song: She
by: Elvis Costello

She may be the face I can't forget, The trace of pleasure or regret, May be my 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 different things, Within the measure of a day. 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 dreams. Her smile reflected in a stream, She may not be what she would seem, Inside her shell. She would always seem so happy like a cloud, Whose eyes can be so bright and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry, She may be the love that cannot hope to last. May come to me from shadows of the past, But I'll remember 'til the day I die. She may be the reason I survive, The why and where for I'm alive, The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years, Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears. And make them all my souvenirs, The way she goes I've got to be, The meaning of my life is she She, She.