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

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