corinne bailey rae
i would like to call it beauty
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