The paintings done are through wayThe greatest one he never madeA showman impromptu that nobody heard but himA sunken shipthat won't be foundA falling tree that makes no soundThe way that you are with no one aroundbut meTo touch a frozen waterfall A flower at a funeralA strange kind of beautifulSing into an empty holeSilence at the catacombYou are unusual to meand a kisstells of things the words have misseda moment of youlost on my lips each nightto see a star with naked eyesand know it has already diedor a common fly only once in a lifetimeTo know just enough To know we know nothing at allTo touch a frozen waterfall A flower at a funeralStrange kind of beautifulSealed into an empty holeSilenced at the catacombTears of embers as they fallThe sound ofsoldiers at the doorYou're a strange kind of beautiful