There she is, never letting go

In a monastery inside Soho

There's a paintbrush

In a painted hand

And she's caring for me

Cause she cares for her man

Whoa

She's a poor crusader

On a distant ship

She's a miner for time

On a broken tip

She's a fiery deity

She's a pauper in this society

It can't phase her

It can't put her down

It can't phase her

It can't put her down

She's looking out the window

Catching the full moonbeams

She's looking out the window

Checking out what she can see, yeah

Cause there she is, never letting go

In a monastery inside Soho

There's a paintbrush

In a painted hand

And she's caring for me

Cause she cares for her man

Whoa