At My Most Beautiful
 by REM
 
   
 
 
 
  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 every one, whisper I love you. 
I let you sleep. 
 
 
 
  I know your closed eye is 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 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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