REM - At My Most Beautiful

I've found a way to make you...
I've found a way...
a way to make you smile.

I read bad poetry
into your machine.
I save your messages
just to hear your voice.
You always listen carefully
to awkward rhymes.
You always say your name,
like I wouldn't know it's you,
at your most beautiful.

I've found a way to make you...
I've found a way...
a way to make you smile.

At my most beautiful.
I count your eyelashes, secretly.
With everyone, whisper I love you.
I let you sleep.
I know you're closed eye watching me,
listening.
I thought I saw a smile.

I've found a way to make you...
I've found a way...
a way to make you smile.