..now it’s the same as before
and I’m alone again. with no sorrow for myself
and I’m blaming no one else

and closing my eyes and seeing you standing there

now it’s the same as before
you’ve touched me with your love

and though you’re in my heart
we’re still a world apart as now I’m back to the time
where I would search for a dream
but no use to try anymore as before

someday I’ll die, and maybe then I’ll be with you
so I’m closing my eyes

to hear the people laugh
for they’re all aglow not knowing where to go

..but is it asking too much, when the question is what to do
with the life I’ll have. it seems I know nothing now
Except my love for you and the strength in my hands

to go on feeding your smile

The title is taken from Duke Orsino's opening line, "If music be the food of love, then play on," from William [bad word] play Twelfth night