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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
Guitar
John Simon
John Simon
Music Director
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
Songwriter
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Simon
John Simon
Producer

Lyrics

I lit a thin green candle To make you jealous of me But the room just filled up with mosquitoes They heard that my body was free Then I took the dust from a long sleepless night And I put it in your little shoe And then I confess that I tortured the dress That you wore for the world to look through I showed my heart to the doctor He said I'd just have to quit Then he wrote himself a prescription And your name was mentioned in it Then he locked himself in a library shelf With the details of our honeymoon And I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse And his practice is all in a ruin Yes I heard of a saint who had loved you So I studied all night in his school He taught that the duty of lovers Is to tarnish the golden rule And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure He drowned himself in the pool His body is gone but back here on the lawn His spirit continues to drool An Eskimo showed me a movie He'd recently taken of you The poor man could hardly stop shivering His lips and his fingers were blue I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes And I guess he just never got warm But you stand there so nice in your blizzard of ice Oh please, let me come into the storm
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