At My Most Beautiful
Lyrics
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 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
Writer(s): Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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