Leonard Cohen Lyrics

Album: Dear Heather

The Letters Lyrics

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.