Art Garfunkel - Watermark |
Watermark
Art Garfunkel How delicate the tracery of her fine lines Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines How innocent her visage as my child lover lies Like a song half heard through a closed door Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore Like an antique etching glass design Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes At my late lover's body That somehow turned out wrong I keep looking through old varnish Even as I sing this song Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears Caught on ancient canvas I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song |