Letra The letters de Leonard Cohen

Letra The letters de Leonard Cohen
You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you´ve got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
You´re reading them again,
The ones you didn´t burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.
I said there´d been a flood.
I said there´s nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.
Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.
You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who´s coming next.