The Window Lyrics - Cohen Leonard

Why do you stand by the window 

Abandoned to beauty and pride 

The thorn of the night in your bosom 

The spear of the age in your side 

Lost in the rages of fragrance 

Lost in the rags of remorse 

Lost in the waves of a sickness 

That loosens the high silver nerves 

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love 

Oh tangle of matter and ghost 

Oh darling of angels, demons and saints 

And the whole broken-hearted host 

Gentle this soul 

And come forth from the cloud of anoint 

And kiss the cheek of the moon 

The New Jerusalem glowing 

Why tarry all night in the ruin 

And leave no word of discomfort 

And leave no observer to mourn 

But climb on your tears and be silent 

Like a rose on its ladder of thorns 

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love... 

Then lay your rose on the fire 

The fire give up to the sun 

The sun give over to splendour 

In the arms of the high holy one 

For the holy one dreams of a letter 

Dreams of a letter's death 

Oh bless thee continuous stutter 

Of the word being made into flesh 

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love... 

Gentle this soul