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 cigarette 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 thoroughly demolish my heart

Still your face comes shining through
Still your face comes shining through