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