Lady Midnight (Live at Isle of Wight Festival, UK) - Leonard Cohen
Written by:Leonard Cohen
Yes I came
By myself
To a very crowded place
They were lookin' for someone who had lines in her face
And I found her there
Oh but she was past all concern
I asked her to hold me
I said lady unfold me
But she scorned me
And she told me
I was dead
And I could never return
Well I argued
All night like so many have before
Saying
Whatever you give me I seem to need so much more
Then she pointed at me
Where I kneeled on the floor
She said don't try to use me
Or slyly refuse me
Just win me or lose me
It is this
That the darkness is for
I cried oh lady midnight I fear that you grow old
The stars eat your body now and the wind makes you cold
If we cry now she said
It will only be ignored
So I walked through the morning
Sweet early morning
I could hear my lady calling
You've won me you've won me my Lord
Oh you've won me you've won me my Lord
Would you surrender with me now
You've won me you've won me my Lord
But you've won me you've won me my Lord
Oh you've won me you've won me my Lord