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The Cowsills

Can't Measure The Cost Of A Woman Lost

 

Can't Measure The Cost Of A Woman Lost

(album: Captain Sad And His Ship Of Fools - 1968)


The silken skies that so remind and mesmerize, and finally bind me
The downy softness of herself, forever lingering behind me
Never ever has there been nor will there ever again
I want someone to give you love, tenderness
And be a friend, hanging on until the bitter end

Now you can't measure the cost of a woman's lost
Now you can't measure the cost of a woman's lost
But it's a heavy lose indeed for those in need

I've tried to look inside myself to find the strength from which to draw from
I'm turning inside out and trying to see me from the view she saw from
But since she tried to go to deep limitations brought her down
And though I'd like to be her mime, visitations are found
I gotta find the way she found

You can't measure the cost of a woman's lost
You can't measure the cost of a woman's lost
But it's a heavy lose to bear when she's not there

Where she is no one seems to know
The silken sky has swallowed her up
Or so it seems

The morning mystic lips 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
And so much deeper glows the pain that was littering the door
You gotta touch and you gotta hold

You can't measure the cost of a woman's lost
You can't measure the cost of a woman's lost
You can't measure the cost of a woman's lost
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