You wake under clear blue lightThree days together slip gently right out of my mindThrough the ache and dark nightYou can't help but show us upThree years of wanderingLifting your fist to the skyIn the ache and dark nightYeahYeahYeahOh, the woman is oldAnd she never learned how to let goEach day you need herJust want to do as you're toldAnd sell your sorrow for goldFor goldThis world feels dangerousFor goldTalk of submissionOf threats to your children and wifeTrouble's deeper in the nightOh, the woman, she hidesAnd she's chaining herself to the bikeEach day competes here with freedomTo do as you likeBetween the light and the darkOoh-ooh, ooh-oohShe will take care to the doorOoh-ooh, ooh-oohOoh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oohTo the bottom of the oceanOh my God, what's your qualms?Oh, the woman, she holleredOh, you're selling yourself to the fireEach day you need herLike water, I'll run to your eyesAnd lay you down on my lapAnd lay you down on my lap