I'm leaving the table. I'm out of the game. I don't know the people. In your picture frame. If I ever loved you, oh no, no. It's a crying shame. If I ever loved you.
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.
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers. Who said they were through with dealing. Every time you gave them shelter. I know that kind of man, it's hard to hold the hand of anyone.
One by one, the guests arrive. The guests are coming through. The open-hearted many. The broken-hearted few. And no one knows where the night is going.
Many men have loved the bells. You fastened to the rein. And everyone who wanted you. They found what they will always want again. Your beauty lost to you yourself.
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river. You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever. And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there.
Oh, the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Come over to the window, my little darling. I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy. Before I let you take me home.
Let's sing another song, boys. This one has grown old and bitter. . Ah, his fingernails, I see they're broken. His ships, they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter.
I went down to the place where I knew she lay waiting. Under the marble and the snow. I said, Mother I'm frightened, the thunder and the lightning. I'll never come through this alone.
It's four in the morning, the end of December. I write 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.
Like a bird on a wire. Like a drunk in a midnight choir. I have tried in my way to be free. . Like a fish on a hook. Like a knight in some old fashioned book.
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.
I heard there was a secret chord. David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do ya?. . Well, it goes like this. The fourth, the fifth.
Well 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?. Well it goes like this:.
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 went down to the place where I knew she lay waiting. Under the marble and the snow. I said, Mother I'm frightened, the thunder and the lightning. I'll never come through this alone.
Many men have loved the bells. You fastened to the rein. And everyone who wanted you. They found what they will always want again. Your beauty lost to you yourself.
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river. You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever. And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there.
Come over to the window, my little darling. I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy. Before I let you take me home.