The paintings Turner threw away The greatest one he never made A Chopin impromptu that nobody heard But him A sunken ship that won't be found A falling tree that makes no sound The way that you are with no one around But me To touch a frozen waterfall, a flower at a funeral A strange kind of beautiful Singing to an empty hall, silence at the curtain call You are unusual to me The information in a kiss Tells of things the words have missed A moment of you, the last on my lips Each night To see a star with naked eyes and know it has already died Or a comet fly only once in a lifetime To know just enough To know we know nothing at all To touch a frozen waterfall, a flower at a funeral A strange kind of beautiful Singing to an empty hall, silence at the curtain call You are unusual to me ♪ Tears of emperors as they fall The sound of soldiers at the door A strange kind of beautiful