Leonard Cohen - "love itself"

 Song lyrics by Leonard Cohen

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Love Itself

The light came through the window, Straight from the sun above, And so inside my little room There plunged the rays of Love. In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me. I'll try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door -- Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone.

All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance. I'll try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door -- Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone. Then I came back from where I'd been. My room, it looked the same -- But there was nothing left between The Nameless and the Name. All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance. I'll try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door -- Then Love itself, Love Itself was gone. Love Itself was gone.

Leonard Cohen

 

Leonard Cohen - Bird on the Wire 1979 Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in some old midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a monk bending over the book It was the shape, the shape of our love twisted me If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it all go right on by If I, if I have been untrue It's just that I thought a lover had to be some kind of liar too (Instrumental) If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it all go right on by If I, if I have been untrue I hope that you know by now it was never to you Like a little baby stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear, I swear by this song I swear by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee I saw a beggar he was leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask a little bit more?" Oh like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in some old midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free

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