If it weren't for these two eyes Then perhaps I'd never realise That those we meet across the street Can fulfil our true desires I met a pretty lady And soon she had my number And she called on the phone She was a thing of beauty The stoney heart of winter Something cold She was a long way from breaking out Every single night I'd hear her shout Who are you? Would you cry If Chopin played piano for you? If I should light a fire And focus on the embers Day or night, rain or shine Therein I'd see her figure Like some forgotten angel Lonely heart She was a long way from breaking out Every single night I'd hear her shout If it weren't for easy days Then, my friend, you'd find me far away For all we know the branch will bow And the bough will surely break Sometimes I stop to wonder At what this world can offer This and that, love and life If she should try to enter My world then I would let her Change my life She was a long way from breaking out Every single night I'd hear her shout Who are you? Who am I? Who are you? Would you cry While I play the cello for you?