You Can't Measure the Cost - Bread

The silken skies that so remind and mesmerize

And finally blind me The downy softness of herself forever lingering

Behind me Never ever has there been

Nor will ever be again

One someone to give you love, tenderness and be Your friend

Hanging on 'till the bitter end

You can’t measure the cost of a woman lost

But it’s a heavy loss indeed for those in need.

I’ve tried to look inside myself

To find the strength from which to draw from

The view she saw from.

Since she tried to go too deep

Limitations brought her down

And though I’d like to free her mind

Visitations bring a frown

I gotta find the place she found

You can’t measure the cost of a woman lost

But it’s a heavy loss to bear when she’s not there.

Where she is no one seems to know

The silken skies have swallowed her up or so it seems.

The morning mist that melts upon the meadow

Brings a touch of sorrow

The one I kissed is all alone

And may or may not know tomorrow.

Just an ordinary girl

To the ordinary eye

But so much deeper goes the vein

Like the glittering of gold you want to touch

Then you gotta hold

You can’t measure the cost of a woman lost.