My heart is low, My heart is so low. As only a woman's heart can be. As only a woman, as only a woman's. As only a woman's heart can know. . The tears that drip from my bewildered eyes.
I know that it feels like summer. But it's fall I have. The dark fades and my heart starts beating. When the sun comes out. . And I wanna say that I can't explain.
Sometimes late at night. By the candle light. All too subtly. You mood alter me and I. . I'll be drinking up the minutes as they pass. I'll be cherishing the seconds while they last.
I look for comfort in the arms of every friend that I have known. I long for poetry to sweep away the clouds above my soul. I let myself believe that these will be my saviors till the end.
The black and white is clear to see. Its shades of gray are puzzling me. Shades of feeling like my bodys buried deep. Half asleep, half asleep. . Its a very deep hole with very steep sides.
I. When I asked you how you'd been. You told me you were fine. But I knew it was a lie. Because I could see the lines. Of tiredness on your brow. And the tension in your eyes.
When I asked you how you'd been. You told me you were fine. But I knew it was a lie. Because I could see the lines. Of tiredness on your brow. And the tension in your eyes.
I. Something came along. And stopped me right in my tracks. I'd tell you what it was. But I can't be exact. . II. But it filled me with strength. And it held me intact.
Something came along. And stopped me right in my tracks. I'd tell you what it was. But I can't be exact. . But it filled me with strength. And it held me intact.
Keep the weatherman sweet. Then begin sweeping the driveway. News is that the heats. Coming in, Thursday or Friday. . Now Im a little slow to see. How weathermans words are gonna satisfy me.
Fires burn, turning into dust. What was precious, what was pretty paradise. And fires turn, burning to the ground. What was healthy, what was holy, what was life.
He's tired of getting up. Tired of life. Tired of working at the same old job. And tired of his wife. Overcome with a desire. To come of age. Better step aside for Johnny.
He comes to me and sets my thoughts astray. He comes to chase the midnight blues away. He's sweet to taste and strong to touch and with his second sight.
Sophie cannot finish her dinner. She says she's eaten enough. Sophie's trying to make herself thinner. Says she's eating too much. And her brother says, "You're joking".
I wasnt the kind to ask questions. I wasnt the kind, had the time. I wasnt the kind with a suspicious mind. Now Im kind of sorry, oh, how Im sorry. . Its not what you did has me sleepless.
She's graceful to the eye. Elegant and tall. To see her walking by. You'd think she had it all. . But I see her all the time now. A little red around the eyes now.
Sleeping close in sweetness, intimate in doubt. A little piece of rope around to stop us falling out. And through the closed curtains, a copper colored light.
Shake your beads out, one by one. And call me Magdalene. It wont grieve me, I understand. Where it is youre coming from. . Draw a curtain, close your eyes.
Cafe windows, street lamps. Neon lights ablaze that shine all over town. In brilliant conversation, with somebody new. Hes out there showin round. . Please, heart, youre killing me.
My heart is low, my heart is so low. As only a woman's heart can be. As only a woman's, as only a woman's. As only a woman's heart can know. . The tears that drip.