That's the power of a woman It's the touch of her hand One smile, one tear, one whisper in your ear It can make a a man feel like a kid Or feel just like a clown It can make him run for cover Or stay and stand his ground It can make a man pick up the

You know I love you You're such a wonderful thing I hope I made you feel less alone Precious thing You make me dizzy whispering in my ear They can go away

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone. Let's pretend that we're together, all alone. I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low, And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go. Whisper to me, tell me do you love me true,

I can hear your heart, your heart And I just wanna lay you down your burdens, all your fears And I don't need your deepest secrets whisper in my ear 'Cause I can hear your heart, your heart Side by side Between the streets, before the night I found you

Hold you, kiss you, love you Just close your eyes And I'll take you away Let go of everything Whisper my name when I You're lookin' at me Like the first time we met I can tell that you're needing

You left my heart as empty As a Monday morning church It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts And I can hear the devil whisper "Things are only getting worse" You left your Bible on the dresser So I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem

Oh, fight me Oh, a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight me I woke up on a bench on Shepherd's Bush

And the end is all I can see And it scares the hell out of me It scares the hell out of me Erie whispers Trapped beneath my pillow You won't let me sleep Your memories I know you're in this room I'm sure I heard you sigh

Every time I rise, you fall away It's the same story day after day You're voice is like poison You can't be me I've heard it all before The murmurs and the whispers I don't listen anymore (Fall away) (I'll call you out)

And the wind cries Mary. After all the jacks are in their boxes, And the clowns have all gone to bed, You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, Footprints dress in red. And the wind whispers Mary. A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken