She is a woman of old faces
Wears a smile just for it to be replaced with
Her ache is what she's made of
A funny thing to just be
To be a woman, she must face it
Pick a style, decide, and display it
Who really knows a woman of faces?
Not you, not you, not me
Don't be surprised (be surprised)
Don't be surprised
When she hurts you in time
When she spits on the rhyme
Of yesterday's life
It's a very fine line
Between walls and desires
And she's losing the fight
That's fine
Oh, what a day
And what a mess I've made
Warm skin and stained
Oh, darling, what I'd entertain
And this hand to mouth, day to day
Seems to take its way and talk and talk
The weight of mine
I see it all fall
And I get in the way
Who really knows a woman of faces?
Not you, not you, not me
Don't be surprised
Don't be surprised
When she hurts you in time
When she spits on the rhyme
Of yesterday's life
She told me this time
That she plans her goodbye
And she's [?]
And she's [?]
And don't ask why
When she crawls in the night
And she washes her eyes, [?]
And don't be despised
When she [?]
And she looks twice
At who she is
[?]
But she's tried
She sees it all away
And she washes her hands with graces
Washes and washes her hands
To wash the day away now
See her
Ooh, didn't you long to meet her?
In the morning time
After all, she tried
She tried
