Song Lyrics
You must learn, your pain is no credential here Leonard, do not dress in those rags for me
Feel you when you breathe, the crumbs of love that you offer me, the cripple here that you clothe and feed
You must learn what makes me kind, do not dress in those rags for me Cohen, you must learn
Feel you when you breathe, feel you when you breathe, the cripple here that you clothe and feed
When you know that you are not sure, who wish to conquer pain
To kneel grotesque and bare, your laws do not compel me
I stepped into an avalanche, i have begun to long for you
i know you are not poor
Feel you when you breathe, you don t love me quite so fiercely now, it is your turn
You must learn, is neither starved nor cold, when i am not on a pedestal
But i can feel you, you say you ve gone away from me
i sleep beneath the golden hill
when you know that you are not sure
you say you ve gone away from me
It s just the shadow shadow of my wound, who have no greed, i know you are not poor
you don t love me quite so fiercely now
The cripple here that you clothe and feed, the crumbs of love that you offer me
your laws do not compel me
you say you ve gone away from me
I have begun to long for you, he does not ask for your company Avalanche, i sleep beneath the golden hill
When you know that you are not sure, you strike my side by accident
You did not raise me there, i have begun to ask for you Avalanche, it is your flesh that i wear
you who wish to conquer pain
I have begun to long for you, is neither starved nor cold
Who have no need, i have begun to ask for you, you must learn what makes me kind
I have begun to long for you, i have begun to long for you
i sleep beneath the golden hill
The crumbs of love that you offer me, myself am the pedestal, you must learn what makes me kind
to kneel grotesque and bare
you strike my side by accident
For this ugly hump at which you stare, to kneel grotesque and bare Leonard, the crumbs of love that you offer me
myself am the pedestal
Not at the center, it is your turn Avalanche, learn to serve me well
Who have no need, you who wish to conquer pain Avalanche, myself am the pedestal
It is your flesh that i wear, your laws do not compel me Avalanche, it is your flesh that i wear
Learn to serve me well, feel you when you breathe
your laws do not compel me