Why is it love...
Youre holding on to all you say, girl
Why dont you cry, dont turn away
Away, lonesome love
Woman...
Shes free, a woman, say
She hides behind you open
Woman...
She looks at me...
Woman...
She hides alone within, alone inside
She makes a mirror in, all around
All around, now
Im only walking in her love
Woman...woman...
Girl that leave you, maybe woman
To turn you on and leave you on too high
We walk in love
We fall in love
Woman...
Empty heart
To turn you on and leave you on too high
To high, anymore
Your dark and cluttered heart
And theres a quietness that comes to this house
Where nobody can sleep