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

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