At My Most Beautiful
 作词 : Buck, Mills, Stipe
I've  found  a  way  to  make  you
Ive  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