there is light in my lady's house
then there's none but some falling rain
less like a spoken word
she is more than her thousand names

no hands are half as gentle
or firm as they'd like to be
thank god you see me the way you do
strange as you are to me

it is good in my lady's house
every shape that her body makes
love is a fragile word
in the air, on the length we lay

no hands are half as gentle
or firm as they'd like to be
thank god you see me the way you do
strange as you are to me