if all the petals were to drop
from the roses and carnations
if every bird clipped its own wings
from white doves to black ravens

what would happen then, you ask
in a world without its glimmer?
what's the point of to living life
when life's ever so dimmer?

but if the stars fell from the sky
i doubt i'd even notice
the constellations in your eyes
are the ones that shine the brightest

and if the sun never rose again
lonely gloomy mornings
i'd never reach out for a torch
since i have your heart
and that's the warmest