Hawksley Workman: The Women Is The Water

Let me sing about her
Could I breathe the breath
That she lives in, she lives in

And if I am my mother's son
Let me be the one, be the one
To travel with her, and go under
Go under with her

The (healed?) tongue, the (healed?) tongue
That learns to sing, sing your name
Your name so sweet

Oh, take the time to take your breath
Take the time to take your breath
Oh go ahead of me instead, go ahead

Go ahead and sing about her
You come in and you go,
Let me tell you baby how she flows

The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water

The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water

The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water

There's never time, no
No, the things are machines
And you can't blame them for the (pace?)
You've got it in a slow
Oh you've got it slow
And you know, you know
You know you've got it slow

And it's like prayer,
You're silent, there's no candlelight
Ohhhh, may I never see the surface again
May I never see those places again
'Cause baby, you flow
Baby you know you flow, you flow

The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water

The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water

The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water
The woman is the water, the water