I tried taking a picture of you 
When I look at it [bad word] through 
Sometimes I wonder if you're just a ghost 
Then I wonder who's haunting who most 
I tried describing you to all my friends 
But they just told me to polish my lens 
You're sui generis, my sweetheart 
I don't even know where to start 

Even Da Vinci couldn't paint you 
And Stephen Hawking can't explain you 
Rosetta Stone could not translate you 
I'm at a loss for words 
I'm at a loss for words 
I couldn't put it in a novel 
I wrote a page but it was awful 
Now I just want to sing your gospel 
I'm at a loss for words 
I'm at a loss for words 

I looked you up on [bad word] 
There was no record of dad or of mom 
It's like you fell straight out of the sky 
And left the scholars to figure out why 
I like to think that I know quite a lot 
But with you it feels like I forgot 
I wish that I could explain who you are 
But when I try to I never get far 

 [bad word] so far 
Now here we are 
We made it through the night 
I know we will be stronger still 
Everything will be alright