i do not love a woman
i love the way she smiles
in the halo of light
the crooked eyes
her skin so pale in b&w
her hair brown like a mouse
or yellow like a bird
i do not love a woman
i love the way she laughs
the way she tells her stories
the way she sings the songs
never touching earth
oh, the night is for flying
& candles were made to be lit
i love the way she smiles
in the halo of light
the crooked eyes
her skin so pale in b&w
her hair brown like a mouse
or yellow like a bird
i do not love a woman
i love the way she laughs
the way she tells her stories
the way she sings the songs
never touching earth
oh, the night is for flying
& candles were made to be lit