Tower of Song

Tower of Song by Leonard Cohen with U2

A perfect song to suit my mood in this cold, rainy night. Put your headset on and let Cohen's poetry and raw voice take you to places you'd like go.

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey

I ache in the places where I used to play

And Im crazy for love but Im not coming on

Im just paying my rent every day

Oh in the tower of song

I said to hank williams: how lonely does it get?

Hank williams hasnt answered 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 table right here

In the tower of song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll

Im very sorry, baby, doesnt look like me at all

Im standing by the window where the light is strong

Ah they dont let a woman kill you

Not in the tower of song

Now you can say that Ive grown bitter but of this you may be sure

The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor

And theres 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 dont 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

Well never have to lose it again

Now I bid you farewell, I dont know when Ill be back

There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track

But youll be hearing from me baby, long after Im gone

Ill be speaking to you sweetly

From a 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 Im crazy for love but Im not coming on

Im just paying my rent every day

Oh in the tower of song