The Sun On Your Face

I know a lady with a face like tasty wine 
and if I was someone else, I’d wish that she was mine 
no, I won’t drink too much with her 
I’ll never fall in love 
‘cos I might realize, that’s all I’m looking for 

my pretty lady, your smile could stop a war 
and the blood that flows through your hair 
melts everyones despair 
your charm drownes all my misery, you’ve never been unkind 
I think that I’ll be there for you anytime 

I’ll be the sun that’s on your face 
I’ll be the tears along your ways 
feed you with candy-pies and lullabies of better times 

I’ll be the sun that’s on your face 
I’ll be the arms right around your waist 
if you should fall from grace 
I'd always be your silent trace 

the sun that’s on your face… 
the sun that's shining on your face… 

you know nothing is perfect 
and noone stays the same 
no, I’ve got no illusions 
I’m prepared to lose this game 
a fire that can light my way 
could also burn me up 
but what good is a candle when its flame is out 

I'll be the sun that’s on your face… 

and when you need a lady you always speak these words 
you sing a song and change the world 
but only time can prove what I said to you 
and sometimes I hear myself say: 

I'll be the sun that’s on your face…