something about you

how? how can it be, that a love, carved out of caring, fashioned by fate, could suffer so hard, from the game played much too often, but making mistakes, is a part of life's imperfections, born of the years, it's not so wrong, to be human after all, drawn into the stream of undefined illusion, those diamond dreams, they can't disguise the truth, that there is something about you, baby, so right, i couldn't be without you, baby, tonight, if ever our love was concealed, no-one could say that, you didn't feel a million things, in a perfect dream of life, gone, fragile but free, we remain; tender together, not so in love; it's not so wrong, we're only human after all, these changing years, they add to your confusion, but you need to hear the time that told the truth, there is something about you, baby, so right, i couldn't be without you, baby, tonight, it's what makes the world go round, it's what makes the rivers flow, and, it's what makes the sparrows sing, and, it's what makes the flowers grow, and, it's what gives the babies breath, and, it's what gives the sun it's shine, and, it's what makes the phillies play