Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Love For Woman Stops, artist - Paul Heaton. Album song Wisdom, Laughter And Lines, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Record label: Universal Music Operations, Virgin EMI
Song language: English
When Love For Woman Stops |
She’s almost forty now |
And if life’s fair |
It won’t have touched her face |
Or touched her golden hair |
It won’t have touched the way |
She used to speak my name |
Like single raindrop |
Doesn’t really touch the window pane |
She’s probably fifty now |
No doubt she’s changed |
The wear and tear and doubt |
That lives arrange |
The wear and tear of no-one there |
Drives a girl insane |
The doubt of reaching out for love |
And getting beat again |
There’s no easy way of saying it |
No easy way it’s done |
The father you looked up to then |
No longer loved your mum |
Call up social services |
Even call the cops |
No man’s ever gone to jail |
When love for woman stops |
She must be sixty now |
Well on that route |
Down lane of pure disdain |
From young and cute |
Rolling out red carpet promises |
And ringing wedding bell |
Gives a special kind of tinnitus |
To a girl who knows too well |
There’s no easy way of saying it |
No easy way it’s done |
The father you looked up to then |
No longer loved your mum |
Call up social services |
Even call the cops |
No man’s ever gone to jail |
When love for woman stops |
She’s over seventy now |
Way past her best |
But the one who holds the key |
To love’s treasure chest |
Doubtless has a younger flame |
To keep him warm at night |
Whilst this old one just flickers |
In the distant hope he might |
There’s no easy way of saying it |
No easy way it’s done |
The father you looked up to then |
No longer loved your mum |
Call up social services |
Even call the cops |
No man’s ever gone to jail |
When love for woman stops |
She’s in her eighties now |
She’s close to death |
And the one thing that won’t let her down |
Is final breath |
So much more reliable |
Than the absent talk of men |
Nothing quite as black-and-white |
As the chequered flag of end |
There’s no easy way of saying it |
No easy way it’s done |
The father you looked up to then |
No longer loved your mum |
Call up social services |
Even call the cops |
No man’s ever gone to jail |
When love for woman stops |