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(Leonard Cohen Cover) |
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I remember you well in the chelsea hotel |
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You were talking so brave and so sweet |
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Giving me head on the unmade bed |
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While the limousines wait in the street |
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Those were the reasons and that was New York |
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We were running for money and flesh |
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And that was called love for the workers in song |
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Probably still is for those of them left |
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But you got away |
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You just turned your back on the crowd |
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You got away |
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I never once heard you say |
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I need you, I don't need you |
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I need you, I don't need you |
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And all of that jiving around |
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I remember you well in the chelsea hotel |
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You were famous, your heart was a legend |
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You told me again you preferred beautiful men |
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But for me you would make an exception |
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And clenching your fist for the ones like us |
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Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty |
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You fixed yourself, you said, \"well never mind |
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We are ugly but we have the music\" |
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But you got away |
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You just turned your back on the crowd |
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And you got away |
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I never once heard you say |
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I need you, I don't need you |
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I need you, I don't need you |
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And all of that jiving around |
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I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best |
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? I can't keep track |
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I remember you well in the chelsea hotel |
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That's all, I don't even really think of you that often |
