Leonard Cohen - The Window Lyrics
Why do you stand by the windowAbandoned to beauty and prideThe thorn of the night in your bosomThe spear of the age in your sideLost in the rages of fragranceLost in the rags of remorseLost in the waves of a sicknessThat loosens the high silver nervesOh chosen love, oh frozen loveOh tangle of matter and ghostOh darling of angels, demons and saintsAnd the whole broken-hearted hostGentle this soulAnd come forth from the cloud of anointAnd kiss the cheek of the moonThe new jerusalem glowingWhy tarry all night in the ruinAnd leave no word of discomfortAnd leave no observer to mournBut climb on your tears and be silentLike a rose on its ladder of thornsOh chosen love, oh frozen love...Then lay your rose on the fireThe fire give up to the sunThe sun give over to splendourIn the arms of the high holy oneFor the holy one dreams of a letterDreams of a letters deathOh bless thee continuous stutterOf the word being made into fleshOh chosen love, oh frozen love...Gentle this soul
