so young for death,
we walk in shoes too big
But you play it like a poet,
Like you always did.
And I lay face uptured on the palm of God,
Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams,
They hauntedme,
Consoling me
And I would like to call it beauty,
Strained as love’s become, it still amases me
And i would like to call it beauty,
Beauty,
Beauty
You slept a sigh like the angels speaks,
And see danced into tomorrow on bleeding feet
And I had thought that I would die here
But you pushed me on,
You pushed me on,
You pushed me on
And I would like to call it beauty
Strained as love’s become, it still amases me
And I would like to call it beauty,
Beauty,
Beauty
You can keep it all locked up in your leaden chest
Or you can lay mouth open on the sater’s edge
But all your angels and your God will stitch and wash you
Oh I would like to call it beauty,
straind as love’s become, it still amases me
And I would like to call it beauty,
Beauty,
Beauty
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