Harry Connick, Jr.
She Isn’t You
MARK
How could I be this at ease with her?
Pour out my heart as I please with her?
She isn’t you
She isn’t you

When will I feel so in bloom again?
When will her voice warm the room again?
She isn’t you
She isn’t you...

Memories may fade in the shadows behind me
But there’ll be the dream
That will always remind me

A dream that I'll be forever comparing her to
For love has been tied to the ground for me
Hope and surprise never found for me
She may be Queen
But she’ll never be you

Memories may fade in the shadows behind me
But there’ll be the dream
That will always remind me

A dream that I'll be forever comparing her to
For love me she may; even die for me
Sweep every cloud from the sky for me
Angel or Queen
But she’ll never be you