July 12, 2003

July 12, 2003 03:57 AM

And long ago she said, I must be leaving But keep my body here to lie upon you can move it up and down and when I’m sleeping Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan So daily I renew my idle duty I touch her here and there, I know my place I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty And people call me Traitor to my face

– Leonard Cohen