[ti:To a Teacher]
[ar:Leonard Cohen]
[al:The Complete Studio Albums Collection]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:07.950] Hurt once and for all into silence.
[00:11.770] A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
[00:18.050] Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
[00:22.980] When you glinted in every eye the held-high
[00:25.730] razor, shivering every ram and son?
[00:34.560] And now the silent loony bin, where
[00:38.590] The shadows live in the rafters like
[00:40.640] Day-weary bats,
[00:43.290] Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
[00:47.020] lures them to exaggerate
[00:50.030] Mountain-size on the white stone wall
[00:53.640] Your tiny limp.
[01:00.500] How can I leave you in such a house?
[01:04.250] Are there no more saints and wizards
[01:06.510] to praise their ways with pupils,
[01:09.360] No more evil to stun with the slap
[01:12.220] of a wet red tongue?
[01:17.300] Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
[01:21.200] and rest because he had finally come?
[01:30.180] Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.
[01:34.370] I have entered under this dark roof
[01:37.820] As fearlessly as an honoured son
[01:42.180] Enters his father's house.