Like a bird on the wire. Like a drunk in a midnight choir. I've tried in my way to be free. . Like a worm on a hook. Like a knight from some old fashioned book.
Baby I have been here before. I've seen this room, I've walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew you.. I've seen your flag on the marble arch.
You were the promise at dawn. I was the morning after. You were Jesus Christ, my Lord. I was the money lender. You were the sensuous woman. I was the very reverend Freud.
The birds they sang. At the break of day. Start again. I heard them say. Don't dwell on what. Has passed away. Or what is yet to be. Yeah the wars they will.
I loved you for a long, long time. I know this love is real. It don't matter how it all went wrong. That don't change the way I feel. And I can't believe that time is.
If it be your will. That I speak no more. And my voice be still. As it was before. I will speak no more. I shall abide until. I am spoken for. If it be your will.
If you want a lover. I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love. I'll wear a mask for you. If you want a partner, take my hand, or.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm. Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm. Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new.
Now I've heard there was a secret chord. That David played, and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do you?. It goes like this. The fourth, the fifth.
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom. For trying to change the system from within. I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them. First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.
It's four in the morning, the end of December. I'm writing you now just to see if you're better. New York is cold, but I like where I'm living. There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
It's coming through a hole in the air. From those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel. That this ain't exactly real. Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin. Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in. Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel. You were talking so brave and so sweet. Giving me head on the unmade bed. While the limousines wait in the street.
I was born in chains but I was taken out of Egypt. I was bound to a burden, but the burden it was raised. Lord I can no longer keep this secret. Blessed is the name, the name be praised.
Like a bird on the wire. Like a drunk in a midnight choir. I have tried in my way to be free. . Like a worm on a hook. Like a knight from some old-fashioned book.
And who by fire, who by water. Who in the sunshine, who in the night time. Who by high ordeal, who by common trial. Who in your merry-merry month of may.
I've seen you change the water into wine. I've seen you change it back to water too. I sit at your table every night. I try but I just don't get high with you.
Steer your way through the ruins. Of the altar and the mall. Steer your way through the fables. Of creation and the fall. Steer your way past the palaces.