Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places I used to play
And I´m crazy for love but I´m not coming on
I´m paying my rent everyday in the Tower of Song

I said to Leonard Cohen: How lonely does it get?
Leonard Cohen hasn´t answered me yet
But I can hear him coughing all night long,
A million floors above me in the Tower of Song

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born like this, with a golden voice
Twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond,
Well they tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song

You can stick your needles in a voodoo doll
I´m sorry baby, but it don´t look like me at all
I´m standing by the window where the light is strong

They don´t let a woman kill you in the Tower of Song

I´ve grown bitter, bitter, of this you may be sure:
The rich, the rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there´s a mighty judgement but it won´t be long, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song - oh yeah -
The guitar, the bass, the drums, so nice every hour in the Tower of Song

I see you standing on the other side
I don´t know how the river got so wide

But I loved you, baby, way back when
All the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
But I´ll never have to lose you again, Tower of Song

I bid you farewell, I don´t know when I´m 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´m speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song

Now you can say that I´ve grown bitter, of this you can be sure:

The rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there´s a mighty judgement but it won´t take long, I may be wrong

Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par
Léonard Cohen