I Would Like To Call It Beauty - Corinne Bailey Rae

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 upturned on the palm of God

Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams

They haunted me

Consoling me

And I would like to call, call it beauty

Strained as love’s become, it still amazes me

And I would like to call it beauty, …

You slept a sigh like the angels speak

And we 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

(Oh) And I would like to call it beauty

Strained as love’s become, it still amazes me

And I would like to call it beauty, …

You can keep it all locked up in your leaden chest

Or you can lay mouth open on the water’s edge

But all your angels and your God will stitch and wash you

Oh I would like to call, call it beauty

Strained as love’s become, it still amazes me

And I would like to call it beauty, …