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 sympathize with both sides

But I was caught, like a fleeting thought,

Stuck inside Leonard Cohen's mind

We met on a beach in Greece

And parted on a rusty Spanish stair

Two birds in the distance fly

They land and they settle down