At My Most Beautiful — REM

I've found a way to make you smile 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 smile 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 you're closed eye watching me, Listening. I though I saw a smile.

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