In a sense she is just lines 
Lines and flowing arcs to a point 
that make a shape that I can't speak of 
I have never seen such light 
If you put a fire in a her eyes 
It wouldn't burn any brighter 
and her charm is more than that 
a voice that's angled darker than color 
and sparkles her other charms 
What a mystery is this 

A face I'll never kiss anyway 
her eyes never look away 
Follow me into my sleep 
in dreamland they're closer 
and her charm is more than that 
a voice that's angled darker than color 
and sparkles her other charms 
She is a work of art 
and she moves, yeah she moves right through me 
She is a work of art 
and she's only real in my mind 
in my mind