The paintings Turner threw away The greatest one he never made A Chopin impromptu that nobody heard But him
A sunken ship That wonÂŽt be found A falling tree that makes no sound The way that you are with no one around but me
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 already died Or a comet fly only once in a lifetime To know just enough To know we know nothing at all
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
Tears of emperors as they fall The sound of soldiers at the door A strange kind of beautiful