(no subject)
I’ve loved you for a long, long time. I know this love is real. It don’t matter how it all went wrong; that don’t change the way I feel. And I can’t believe that timeis gonna heal this wound that I’m speakin’ of.
There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.
I’m aching for you, baby. I can’t pretend I’m not. I need to see you naked in your body and your thoughts. I got you like a habit and I’ll never get enough.
There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.
All the rocket ships are climbing in the sky. Their books are open wide; the doctor’s working day and night, but they’ll never, ever find that cure for love.
Ain’t no dream, no drug. Nothing pure enough to be a cure for love.
I see you in the subway, and I, I see you on the bus. I see you lying down with me; I see you waking up. I see you hand, I see your hair, your bracelets and your brush. And I call to you, I call to you, but I don’t call soft enough.
There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.
I walked into this empty church. I had no place else to go. When the sweetest voice I ever heard whispered to my soul. I don’t need to be forgiven for loving you so much. It’s written in the scriptures, it’s written there in blood. I even heard the angels declare it from above.
There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.
-Leonard Cohen
There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.
I’m aching for you, baby. I can’t pretend I’m not. I need to see you naked in your body and your thoughts. I got you like a habit and I’ll never get enough.
There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.
All the rocket ships are climbing in the sky. Their books are open wide; the doctor’s working day and night, but they’ll never, ever find that cure for love.
Ain’t no dream, no drug. Nothing pure enough to be a cure for love.
I see you in the subway, and I, I see you on the bus. I see you lying down with me; I see you waking up. I see you hand, I see your hair, your bracelets and your brush. And I call to you, I call to you, but I don’t call soft enough.
There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.
I walked into this empty church. I had no place else to go. When the sweetest voice I ever heard whispered to my soul. I don’t need to be forgiven for loving you so much. It’s written in the scriptures, it’s written there in blood. I even heard the angels declare it from above.
There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.
-Leonard Cohen