Woman of a City Songtext
von Joy Williams

You are a fading,
You are a hundred spires,
You are slamming stained-glass doors.
You are clenched fists,
And tears that slipped
Through the cracks in the floor.

You are the most complicated woman of a city
You are the most complicated woman of a city

You are umbrellas,
You are a violin,
You are a statue′s rusted key.
You are old graves,
Secrets with names
Left to wander,
To wander the streets.


You are the most complicated woman of a city
You are the most complicated woman of a city
You are the most complicated woman of a city
You are the most complicated woman of a city

I breathe you in.
I breathe you in.
I breathe you in.

Aah, Aah, Aaah...
Aah, Aah, Aaah...
Aah, Aah, Aaah...
Aah, Aah, Aaah...

You are the most complicated...
You are the most complicated...

You are the most complicated woman of a city
You are the most complicated woman of a city
You are...
You are...