so young for death we walk in shoes too big But you play it like a poet Like you always did And I lay face uptured on the palm of God Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams They hauntedme Consoling me And I would like to call it beauty Strained as love's become it still amases me And i would like to call it beauty Beauty Beauty You slept a sigh like the angels speaks And see danced into tomorrow on bleeding feet And I had thought that I would die here But you pushed me on You pushed me on You pushed me on And I would like to call it beauty Strained as love's become it still amases me And I would like to call it beauty Beauty Beauty You can keep it all locked up in your leaden chest Or you can lay mouth open on the sater's edge But all your angels and your God will stitch and wash you Oh I would like to call it beauty straind as love's become it still amases me And I would like to call it beauty Beauty Beauty