Who Are You? 
    (Difford/Tilbrook)  
      I could smell the rain  
      Dripping through the fresh cut grass 
      I could spell your name  
      On the wet and steamed up glass 
      But you were just a name, a face I had conceived  
      As being beautiful, very beautiful  
      And so hard to believe 

      I could catch the drops  
      As they fell from on the roof 
      I could hardly stop  
      Feeling so long in the tooth 
      Before I had to guess at what you might be  
      And being beautiful, very beautiful  
      Is the face I still see 

      Who are you? 
      Imagination painted you  
      Who are you? 
      With its finest brush 
      Who are you? 
      Each stroke with tender love  
      Who are you, who are you, who are you?  

      I could see her face  
      Magically there she was 
      My mouth drew a taste  
      So sweet it lingered on 
      And there she was by me, walking through the square  
      And being beautiful, very beautiful  
      At last I found her there

      (c) 1987 Virgin Music Inc. (ASCAP)


  • FROM THE ALBUM: Babylon and On.