When somebody loves a man
His heart becomes golden and grand
His skin becomes patterned with maps of faraway lands
And the patterns of faraway music spring up where he stands
When somebody loves a man

When somebody loves a man
His promises turn into birds
And though they might travel the world, and never return
Wherever they are, they are true
They are never just words

When somebody loves a man
Nobody can steal what he finds
All that he has is in someone else's mind
Yet the rooms of his imagination are fragrant and fine
When somebody loves a man

When somebody loves a man
His miseries melt into pools
That blossom with colorful life, and sparkle with jewels
And the secrets he kept in his shame
Become powerful tools

When somebody loves a man
Death becomes mortal to him
And once he begins to accept everything he's been
His death will be less of a finish, and more of a win
When somebody
When somebody
When somebody
Loves a man