"Woman Of Faces" lyrics

She is a woman of all faces
Works so hard just to be replaced with
Who really cares what she's made of?
A funny thing to just be
To be a woman, she must face it
Pick a style in style and display it
Who really knows the woman of faces?
Not you, not you, not me

Don't be surprised when she hurts you in time
When she spits on the rhyme of yesterday's life
It's a very fine line between her world and mine
And she ruses a life, but that's fine

Oh, what a day
And what a mess I've made
Warm skin a stave
Oh, darling, what a hand to take
And this hand to mouth, day to day
Seems to take its weight and toll and weigh on mine
I see it all form
And I just get in the way
Who really knows a woman of faces?
Not you, not you, not me

Don't be surprised when she hurts you in time
When she spits on the rhyme of yesterday's life
It's a very fine line between her world and mine
And she ruses a life, but that's fine

And it's hard to see, it's hard to see
You being anybody but yourself
And it's hard to see, and it's hard to see
You be anybody but yourself
And it's hard to be, and it's hard to be
To be anybody but yourself
And it's hard to reach, and it's hard to be
And it's hard to see
She is a woman of all faces

Not you, not me