Glowworm on a wire

Fotografía de Eduardo Ruigómez - Leonard Cohen, glowworm on a wire

BIRD ON A WIRE

Like a bird on the wire, 

like a drunk in a midnight choir, 

I have tried in my way to be free. 

Like a worm on a hook, 

like a monk bending over the book, 

it was the shape of our love twisted me. 

If I have been unkind, 

I hope you can let it go by. 

If I have been untrue, 

it`s just that I thought a lover had to be some kind of liar too. 

Like a baby stillborn, 

like a beast with his horn 

I have torn everyone who reached out for me. 

But I swear by this song, 

I swear by all that I have done wrong, 

I will make it all up to thee. 

I saw a beggar, he was standing on his wooden crutch. 

He cries out to me, "Hey, you must learn not to ask for so much." 

Another pretty woman, waiting there in her darkened door, 

she cries out to me, "Hey, why not ask for just a little bit more?" 

Like a bird on the wire, 

like a drunk in some old midnight choir, 

I have tried in my way to be free. 

Leonard Cohen, 1969