I see your face in the water.
It folds in the wake of the boat.
I see your mouth when the wind moves.
I see your eyes when the fog parts.
I told you I would not forget.
I told you I would carry you.
I told you I would sing your name into the wind.
I am singing it now.
Your face in the water.
Your face in the water.
It is fading, fading, fading.
Your face in the water.
Your face in the water.
I will not let you go.
You were the painter's last commission.
You were the one face he could not finish.
He said, "There is no color for the way she looked at me."
I said, "Try anyway."
If I give you his face, will the water stop erasing him?
If I give you his face, will I ever see him again?
I am giving you his name.
I am giving you his laugh.
I am giving you the way he folded his shirts.
Please, let me keep the eyes.
Your face in the water.
Your face in the water.
It is fading, fading, fading.
Your face in the water.
Your face in the water.
I will not let you go.