Shy women, you and I, shy, from knowing too well
Every time, as though it were mine, the bitterness that you hide so well
I say nothing at all, thinking of your pride
And I tell you that you look well
And you roll your eyes and laugh
And we sit down together by the window
Talking about the weather
I should have told you, you looked so alight, elegant in the low sunlight
Shoulders wide, as though in readiness to fight
Something, you never even touch, never ask for too much
No, you can get by on almost nothing
You and I – forever bluffing
And ever so kind, shy women, shy
Ice on the trees since New Years Eve, coming down in white sheets
All white power lines, swaying high and heavy
You were staring out, your eyes real straight
Like nothing touches you these days
It seemed to me that luxury would be to be not so ashamed
Not to look away, even this heaviness deserved no less
Than to always confess, every false smile
To every loneliness, there's a design
That we witness, you and I, shy women, shy