one of us cannot be wrong

Leonard Cohen

I lit a thin green candle
to make you jealous of me
but the room just filled with mosquitos
they heard that my body was free
then I took the dus from a long sleepless night
and I put it in your little shoe
then I confess that I tortured the dress
that you wore for the world to see through.

I showed my heart to the doctor
He said I'd just have to quit
Then he wrote himself a perscription
and your name was mentioned in it
then he locked himself in a library shelf
with the details of our honeymoon
and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse
and his practice is all in a ruin.

I heard of a saint who had loved you
so I studied all night in his school
He taught us the duty of lovers
was to tarnish the golden rule
And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure
he drowned himself in a pool
His body is gone but back here on the lawn
his spirit continues to drool.

An eskimo showed me a movie
he'd recently taken of you
the poor man could hardly stop shivering
his lips and his fingers were blue
I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
and I guess he just never got warm
But you stand there so nice in your blizzard of ice
O please let me come into the storm.