Eyes Of A Woman Songtext / Lyric

I met her at the airport, we talked on the plane
She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame.
I gave her all the reasons for geing in despair
She said that explanations won´t get you anywhere.
It´s not the matter of virtue or the couse you defend
It´s only the moments of choice that count in the end.

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
The eyse of a woman, the heard of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.

She hit me in aweak spot, I knew that she was right
She said, "Can you imagine a day without a night?
Good without a evil, is a cob without a corn
It´s with the aid of demons that angels can be born
It´s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It´s only the moments of choise that count in the end."

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
The eyse of a woman, the heard of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild