The sun's a million miles away. Projecting light for you and me to see. And the leaves on a tree. Clear the air so we can breath the air we breath. But I sometimes feel that we can't see that.
I stumbled out of bed. I got ready for the struggle. I smoked a cigarette. And I tightened up my gut. I said this can't be me. Must be my double. And I can't forget, I can't forget.
You were there when I needed you the most baby. That's why I feel, I gotta keep it real. I loved you until that day you cheated on me. You did me wrong, that's why I'm halfway gone, yeah, yeah.
I came so far for beauty. I left so much behind. My patience and my family. My masterpiece unsigned. I thought I'd be rewarded. For such a lonely choice.
Do you remember all of those pledges. That we pledged in the passionate night. Ah they're soiled now, they're torn at the edges. Like moths on a still yellow light.
I loved you in the morning. Our kisses deep and warm,. Your head upon the pillow. Like a sleepy golden Strom.. Yes, many loved before us. I know that we are not new,.
I greet you from the other side. Of sorrow and despair. With a love so vast and shattered. It will reach you everywhere. . And I sing this for the captain.
Now, I've heard there was a secret chord. That David played, and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do you?. It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth.
(Lyrics: Cohen, Recorded By Buffy Sainte-Marie). . God is alive, magic is afoot. God is alive, magic is afoot. God is alive, magic is afoot. God is afoot, magic is alive.
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom. For trying to change the system from within. I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them. First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.
I touched you once too often. Now I don't know who I am. My fingerprints were missing. When I wiped away the jam. Yes I called my fingerprints all night.
Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.. Wounded in the line of duty,. parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties,. urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles..
It's four in the morning, the end of December. I'm writing you now just to see if you're better. New York is cold, but I like where I'm living. There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded. Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed. Everybody knows the war is over. Everybody knows the good guys lost.
Four o'clock in the afternoon. and I didn't feel like very much.. I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,. where is your famous golden touch?". I thought you knew where.
I was born in a beauty salon. My father was a dresser of hair. My mother was a girl you could call on. When you called she was always there. When you called she was always there.
I'm Forty-One, the moon is full,. you make love very well.. You touch me like I touch myself,. I like you Mademoiselle.. You're so fresh and you're so new,.
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge,. the man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends.. The river is swollen up with rusty cans. and the trees are burning in your promised land..
It's coming through a hole in the air. >From those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel. That it ain't exactly real. Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread. "I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said.. His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete..