Gates
The silken skies that so remind and mesmerize, and finally bind me.
The downy softness of herself, forever lingering behind me.
Never ever has there been nor will there ever again.
I want someone to give you love, tenderness,
And be a friend, hanging on until the bitter end.
Now you Can't Measure The Cost Of A Woman's Lost.
Now you Can't Measure The Cost Of A Woman's Lost.
But it's a heavy lose indeed for those in need.
I've tried to look inside myself to find the strength from which to draw from.
I'm turning inside out and trying to see me from the view she saw from.
But since she tried to go to deep limitations brought her down.
And though I'd like to be her mime, visitations are found,
I gotta find the way she found.
You Can't Measure The Cost Of A Woman's Lost.
YouCan't Measure The Cost Of A Woman's Lost.
But it's a heavy lose to bear when she's not there.
Where she is no one seems to know.
The silken sky has swallowed her up,
Or so it seems.
The morning mystic lips upon the meadow brings a touch of sorrow.
The one I kissed is all alone and may or may not know tomorrow.
Just an ordinary girl, to the ordinary eye.
And so much deeper glows the pain that was litering the door.
You gotta touch and you gotta hold.
You Can't Measure The Cost Of A Woman's Lost.
You Can't Measure The Cost Of A Woman's Lost.
You Can't Measure The Cost Of A Woman's Lost.
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