I've got mugs with skylines and flags on my wall
Stamps and photos and stories for the bar
But whoever I tell of wherever, I can't shake it
The comparisons of whatever with your face
I tell 'em, "oh, her hair is dark as the night"
"That blocks the sun when it gets in my eyes"
Stories of cuisines, customs, and foreign cars
Of locals - their backgrounds, and of museums and their art
But whoever I tell of wherever, I can't shake it
The contrasts of whatever with your face
I tell 'em, "oh, her eyes are deep as my soul"
"They fill me up when I'm empty and make me whole"
And, "oh, her smile's as wide as Atlas's arms"
"Holds up my world, when it's falling apart"
I tell 'em, "oh, wherever I go, I get lost"
"But her shine never wears off"
I tell 'em, "oh, wherever I go, I get lost"
"But her shine never wears"