Can't Measure The Cost Of A Woman Lost - The Cowsills

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