Letra

My friends have gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love, but I'm not coming on I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?" Hank Williams hasn't answered me yet But I hear him coughing, all night long 'Bout a hundred floors above me, in the tower of song I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And 27 angels from the great beyond They tied me to this table, right here, in the tower of song So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry, baby, it don't look like me at all I'm standing by the window where the light is strong And they don't let a woman kill you, not in the tower of song You can say that I've grown bitter, but of this you may be sure The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor There's a mighty judgment comin', but I may be wrong You see, you hear them funny voices in the tower of song I see you standing on the other side I don't know how this river got so wide I loved you, baby, way back when All the bridges burned that we might have crossed But I feel so close to everything that we lost We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track But you'll be hearing from me, baby, long after I'm gone I'll be speaking to you sweetly from my window in the tower of song Yeah, my friends are gone and my hair is gray I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love, but I'm not coming on I'm just paying my rent, every day in the tower of song
Writer(s): Leonard Cohen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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