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