A year is just a drop in time

It cannot touch the female form in my bed

She is just a friend of mine

In the dark she knows

The touch of my hand



Let the music play like you want it to

Let the sun shine light in your hair

Let the moonlight play

At your feet like a babe

And softly linger there



Her words profane, her mouth divine

I tried to sympathise with both sides

But I was caught, like a fleeting thought,

Stuck inside Leonard Cohen's mind



We met on a beach in Greace

And parted on a rusty Spanish stair

Two birds in the distance fly

They land and they settle down,

Somewhere



A year is just a drop in time

It cannot touch her female form

In my head

She was just a friend of mine

In the dark she knew

The touch of my hand