Leonard Cohen/Sharon Robinson - The Letters. - ...didn't burn. You press them to your lips, My pages of concern. I said there'd been a flood. I sai | Текст песни

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• Leonard Cohen/Sharon Robinson - The Letters.
• ...didn't burn. You press them to your lips, My pages of concern. I said there'd been a flood. I sai

You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you've got the gist
Of what my letters meant.

You're reading them again,
The ones you didn't burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.

I said there'd been a flood.
I said there's nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.

Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.

The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.

You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who's coming next.............................................................................................................................................................