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 but if you'd ask me it seems real still 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