I hate my stupid twisted mouth,
always afraid of [bad word] out
There's something wrogn with eyes too,
cause one is brown and the other's blue

My nose is all crooked to one side,
my hair is tangled never right
The only time I can sing in tune,
is when I sing a song for you
when I sing a song for you

Even if my voice is a scar on the surface of silence,
the swans will hang their heads
in awe and admiration,
the angels up in heaven will shut up and take a listen
when I sing for you

My clumsy steps take me nowhere,
but I see the swans up in the air,
the only time i feel weightless too,
is when I get to carry you
when i get to carry you

And even if my voice is a scar on the surface of silence,
the swans will hang their heads
in awe and admiration,
the angels up in heaven will shut up and take a listen
when I sing for you
when I sing for you

Even if my voice is a scar on the surface of silence,
the swans will hang their heads
in awe and admiration,
the angels up in heaven will shut up and take a listen
when I sing for you
when I sing for you
when I sing for you