Well, my friends are 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 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 twenty-seven angels from the great beyond They tied me to this stage right here In the tower of song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry, baby, but that doesn't look like me at all And I'm standing by the window where the light is strong They don't let women kill you Not here, in the tower of song
Now, you can say that I've grown bitter But of this you can be sure The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong You see, you hear these funny voices In the tower of song
I see you standing on the other side I don't know how the river got so wide And I loved you baby, way back when And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed But I feel so close to everything we lost And 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 And you'll be hearing from me baby, Long after I'm gone I'll be speaking to you sweetly From a window in the tower of song
Compositor: Leonard Cohen (SOCAN)Editor: Stranger Music Inc (SOCAN)Publicado em 2013 (17/Jan) e lançado em 2013 (01/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #249730 e fonograma #6013118 em 20/Abr/2024