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 me answered yet
But I hear him coughing, all night long
About 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 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
Now 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
And there's a mighty judgement coming, 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 the river got so wide
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 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 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
Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par
Léonard Cohen
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