The Whole World Sighs (When You Do)
I can't imagine why
you're a lonely guy.
the whole world sighs when you do.
And flowers grow from your hands
when you are furthest from the land.
How on earth do you not see your worth?
And then, the lack destroys us both.
Or maybe I'm hallucinating beauty
when there is none...
No, I know my soul is
seeing the truth about you!
But still I have no clue
whose thoughts are whose,
and the nice me always seems to lose...
And now my heart is aching
from singing the blues.
But, flowers grow from your hands
when you are furthest from the land!
But when madness clings, like lifeless leaves
to self-doubt, like autumn trees,
I think I understand
how on earth you did not see your worth
and how the lack destroyed us both...
And how I was just inventing my own sadness
when there was none.
The world only cries when I do.
the world only cries when I do