Woman of a City歌词

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...