Elvis Costello2012年11月26日




She May be the face I can't forget


A 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



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


A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell


She who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private 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


That I'll remember till the day I die




May be the reason I survive


The why and wherefore 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


For where she goes I've got to be


The meaning of my life is


She she oh she