Mikael Persbrant - The Woman Downstairs

I ceremonially undress
For she who in my dreams reveals how she longs and she cares
I take off all my clothes
For the woman downstairs

The faded cotton shirt
The woolen jacket from a time when the Lord still answered my prayers
I let fall my black armor
For the woman downstairs

I get into the bath
Let the water trickle through my mind’s lonely affairs
I give my longing body
To the woman downstairs

I give her my ears and my eyes
I give her my future and past
They’re both full of questions and lies
But I’ve got a feeling she’ll never ask
Where I’m going
Well, I’m going down
To the woman downstairs

In my dream I lay her on a blanket
Wild berries stain the fragile dress she wears
She can have my soul and keep it
The woman downstairs

I give her my ears and my eyes
I give her my future and past
They’re both full of questions and lies
But I’ve got a feeling she’ll never ask
Where I’m going
Well, I’m going down
To the woman downstairs