środa, 15 listopada 2017

Leaving the Table

I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game
I don’t know the people
In your picture frame
If I ever loved you
It’s a crying shame
If I ever loved you
If I knew your name

You don’t need a lawyer
I’m not making a claim
You don't need to surrender
I’m not taking aim
I don’t need a lover
The wretched beast is tame
I don’t need a lover
So blow out the flame

There’s nobody missing
There is no reward
Little by little
We’re cutting the cord
We’re spending the treasure
That love cannot afford
I know you can feel it
The sweetness restored

I don’t need a reason
For what I became
I’ve got these excuses
They’re tired and lame
I don’t need a pardon
There’s no one left to blame
I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game

Leonard Cohen
Leaving the Table