One of us cannot be wrong

I lit a thin green candle
To make you jealous of me,
But the room just filled up with mosquitoes
They heard that my body was free
Then I took the dust 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 look through.

I showed my heart to the doctor
He said I'd just have to quit
Then he wrote himself a prescription
And your name was mentioned in it,
And he locked himself in a library shelf
With all of the details of our shabby honeymoon
And I hear from his nurse that he's gotten much worse
And his practice has fallen to ruin.

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

An eskimo showed me that movie
He'd recently taken of you
While the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
His lips, his fingers were blue
I suppose he froze when the wind tore up 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.

I suppose he froze when the wind tore up 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.

Leonard Cohen

(Es la voz. Y la forma de decir. Y lo que dice)