My Lady Breathes

Her curves are deep, her sleep is light
My lady dreams
While straddling the dead of night
My lady dreams

She fills and falls in silent swells
My lady breathes
Like horses on a carousel
My lady breathes

Where would we be
Had we been breathing all along?
I hang my head so low when I know that I've been wrong
And when the pot at hand starts spilling over
She cries

Carolina in the fall
My lady leans
She always writes, she always calls
My lady leans

Where would we be
Had we been leaning all along?
I hang my head so low when I know that I've been wrong
And when the pot at hand starts spilling over
She cries

She breathes like a woman
Breathes like a woman
And leans like a woman on me



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Anderson
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