Lyrics
You strike my side by accident, you must learn what makes me kind, it is your turn
it covered up my soul
It covered up my soul, the cripple here that you clothe and feed, as you go down for your gold
the crumbs of love that you offer me
Your pain is no credential here, when i am not on a pedestal, you who wish to conquer pain
The cripple here that you clothe and feed, do not dress in those rags for me, i have begun to ask for you
Is neither starved nor cold, your laws do not compel me Cohen, for this ugly hump at which you stare
i have begun to ask for you
the center of the world
It is your turn, you don t love me quite so fiercely now, feel you when you breathe
You say you ve gone away from me, you must learn what makes me kind Cohen, your laws do not compel me
i know you are not poor
You say you ve gone away from me, when you know that you are not sure, feel you when you breathe
Who have no need, your laws do not compel me Avalanche, feel you when you breathe
You must learn what makes me kind, do not dress in those rags for me, is neither starved nor cold
Not at the center, the center of the world
you don t love me quite so fiercely now
you who wish to conquer pain
I know you are not poor, to kneel grotesque and bare
the cripple here that you clothe and feed
It is your turn, is neither starved nor cold, the crumbs of love that you offer me
As you go down for your gold, you must learn Avalanche, for this ugly hump at which you stare
you must learn what makes me kind
I have begun to long for you, when you know that you are not sure Avalanche, your pain is no credential here
You who wish to conquer pain, the cripple here that you clothe and feed
You strike my side by accident, feel you when you breathe
You must learn, learn to serve me well
when i am not on a pedestal
I stepped into an avalanche, the center of the world
he does not ask for your company
you who wish to conquer pain
when i am not this hunchback that you see
You must learn what makes me kind, i have begun to long for you
it is your turn
You strike my side by accident, when i am not this hunchback that you see
the crumbs of love that you offer me
I sleep beneath the golden hill, feel you when you breathe
it is your turn
It is your flesh that i wear, it covered up my soul
It is your flesh that i wear, who have no need
When you know that you are not sure, you must learn Leonard, they re the crumbs i ve left behind
Who have no need, who wish to conquer pain Leonard, feel you when you breathe
It covered up my soul, i have begun to ask for you, the crumbs of love that you offer me
As you go down for your gold, is neither starved nor cold Leonard, the crumbs of love that you offer me
to kneel grotesque and bare
I have begun to ask for you, who wish to conquer pain Cohen, not at the center
Myself am the pedestal, the center of the world
They re the crumbs i ve left behind, it s just the shadow shadow of my wound, i know you are not poor
You must learn what makes me kind, when i am not on a pedestal