She - Eurythmics

She maybe the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
She maybe the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Maybe the measure of a day

She maybe the beauty or the beast
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She maybe the mirror of my dream
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
Who's eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She maybe the love that cannot last
May come from shadows of the past
That I remember until the day I die

She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough
Me, I 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