The paintings Turner threw away
The greatest one he never made
A Chopin impromptu that nobody heard
But him
A sunken ship
That won’t be found
A falling tree that makes no sound
The way that you are with no one around but me
[Chorus]
To touch a frozen waterfall
A flower at a funeral
A strange kind of beautiful
Singing to an empty hall
Silence at the curtain call
You are unusual to me
The information in a kiss
Tells of things the words have missed
A moment of you, the last on my lips each night
To see a star with naked eyes
And know it has alrеady died
Or a comet fly only once in a lifеtime
To know just enough
To know we know nothing at all
The greatest one he never made
A Chopin impromptu that nobody heard
But him
A sunken ship
That won’t be found
A falling tree that makes no sound
The way that you are with no one around but me
[Chorus]
To touch a frozen waterfall
A flower at a funeral
A strange kind of beautiful
Singing to an empty hall
Silence at the curtain call
You are unusual to me
The information in a kiss
Tells of things the words have missed
A moment of you, the last on my lips each night
To see a star with naked eyes
And know it has alrеady died
Or a comet fly only once in a lifеtime
To know just enough
To know we know nothing at all
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