Teksty: Leonard Cohen. Dear Heather. Because Of.

Because of a few songs
Wherein I spoke of their mystery
Women have been
Exceptionally kind to my old age

They make a secret place
In their busy lives
And they take me there

They become naked
In their different ways
And they say, "Look at me, Leonard
Look at me one last time"

Then they bend over the bed
And cover me up
Like a baby that is shivering