There will be no love that's dying here There will be no love that's dying here for me The bird that flew in through my window Simply lost his way And then he flew away Well the death of love is everywhere But I won't let it be He broke his wing, I

That's the beauty of a secret You know you're supposed to keep it But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to

I was a hum-drum person Leading a life apart When love flew in through my window wide And quickened my hum-drum heart Love flew in through my window I was so happy then But after love had stayed a little while Love flew out again What is this thing

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

All I wanna do is see my granny on the other side All I wanna do is kill the man that made my momma cry Grateful for the blessings you bring Thank you for the ones I love Forgive me for the times I was Down and confused, I know What I reap is what I will

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

It's time to move on and even though I'm not ready Even though it's not easy Right now the right kind of love Is a love that lets go, go There's a gold frame that sits by the window And my heart breaks a little more each time I try To picture the memory

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by