Woman Of Numbers 

Anton Child - Woman Of Numbers
Lyric:
Woman Of Numbers
You’re a woman of numbers
Counting the cards in the pack
And I’ve heard there are rumours
That you have all the things that I lack
With your soft silky lace
And your fingers that chase
The shadows of fear from my brow
As we struggle and slip
And twist in the grip
Of love’s longing so naked and proud
So naked and proud
Now I follow behind you
I’m there wherever you go
And I heard that you loved me
But you just didn’t want me to know
I had a dream in my bed
That our love was dead
It was broken beyond all desire
Slow motion, not a word
Everything blurred
I couldn’t see it was like looking through fire
Like looking through fire
Now somewhere inside you
There’s a place where I’ve never been
And if you opened the doorway
I wonder would I step in
With your soft silky lace
And your fingers that trace
The shadows of fear from my brow
As we struggle and slip
And twist in the grip
Of love’s longing so naked and proud
I had a dream in my bed
That our love was dead
It was broken beyond all desire
Slow motion, not a word
Everything blurred
I couldn’t see it was like looking through fire
Like looking through fire