作词 : Gates | |
The silken skies that so remind | |
And mesmerize and finally blind me | |
The downy softness of herself | |
Forever lingering behind me | |
Never ever has there been | |
Nor will ever be again | |
One someone to give you love | |
Tenderness and be your friend | |
Hanging on till the bitter end | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
But it's a heavy loss indeed for those in need | |
I've tried to look inside myself | |
To find the strength from which to draw from | |
I turn it inside and | |
I've been trying to see it | |
From the view she saw from | |
Since she tried to go too deep | |
Limitations brought her down | |
And though | |
I'd like to free her mind | |
Visitations bring a frown | |
I gotta find the place she found | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
But it's a heavy loss to bear when she's not there | |
Where she is no one seems to know | |
The silken skies have swallowed her up or so it seems | |
The morning mist that melts 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 | |
But so much deeper goes the vein | |
Like the glittering of gold you want to touch | |
Then you gotta hold | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can't measure the cost of a woman lost |
zuo ci : Gates | |
The silken skies that so remind | |
And mesmerize and finally blind me | |
The downy softness of herself | |
Forever lingering behind me | |
Never ever has there been | |
Nor will ever be again | |
One someone to give you love | |
Tenderness and be your friend | |
Hanging on till the bitter end | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
But it' s a heavy loss indeed for those in need | |
I' ve tried to look inside myself | |
To find the strength from which to draw from | |
I turn it inside and | |
I' ve been trying to see it | |
From the view she saw from | |
Since she tried to go too deep | |
Limitations brought her down | |
And though | |
I' d like to free her mind | |
Visitations bring a frown | |
I gotta find the place she found | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
But it' s a heavy loss to bear when she' s not there | |
Where she is no one seems to know | |
The silken skies have swallowed her up or so it seems | |
The morning mist that melts 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 | |
But so much deeper goes the vein | |
Like the glittering of gold you want to touch | |
Then you gotta hold | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost |
zuò cí : Gates | |
The silken skies that so remind | |
And mesmerize and finally blind me | |
The downy softness of herself | |
Forever lingering behind me | |
Never ever has there been | |
Nor will ever be again | |
One someone to give you love | |
Tenderness and be your friend | |
Hanging on till the bitter end | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
But it' s a heavy loss indeed for those in need | |
I' ve tried to look inside myself | |
To find the strength from which to draw from | |
I turn it inside and | |
I' ve been trying to see it | |
From the view she saw from | |
Since she tried to go too deep | |
Limitations brought her down | |
And though | |
I' d like to free her mind | |
Visitations bring a frown | |
I gotta find the place she found | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
But it' s a heavy loss to bear when she' s not there | |
Where she is no one seems to know | |
The silken skies have swallowed her up or so it seems | |
The morning mist that melts 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 | |
But so much deeper goes the vein | |
Like the glittering of gold you want to touch | |
Then you gotta hold | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost | |
You can' t measure the cost of a woman lost |