Lyric | Dylan or Cohen? |
We took ourselves to someone's bed / And there we fell together / Quick as dogs and truly dead were we / And free as running water | |
And now the wheels of heaven stop / you feel the devil's riding crop / Get ready for the future: it is murder. | |
Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove / These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood | |
I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force / I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse | |
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide / To show you the dead angels that they used to hide / But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? | |
Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne? / Where are the paths your heroes came? | |
Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned / Have died in battle or in vain / And you’re sick of all this repetition / Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane? | |
People tell me it’s a sin / To know and feel too much within I still believe she was my twin / but I lost the ring | |
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned / When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned. | |
Some women wait for Jesus/ and some wait for Cain/ So I hang upon my altar / and I hoist my axe again | |
Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake / Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break | |
I muttered somethin’ underneath my breath / She studied the lines on my face | |
I came by myself to a very crowded place / I was looking for someone who had lines in her face | |
The crumbs of love that you offer me, they're the crumbs I've left behind / Your pain is no credential here / it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound. | |
The suffering is unending/ Every nook and cranny has its tears / I'm not playing, I'm not pretending / I’m not nursing any superfluous fears | |
There were times she was a woman / oh, there were times she was just a child /and you held her in the shadows / where the raspberries grow wild. | |
Was she a child or a woman, I can’t say which / From one to another she could easily switch | |
Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee / So it may flow and be To each his own, it’s all unknown / If dogs run free | |
We took ourselves to someone's bed / And there we fell together / Quick as dogs and truly dead were we / And free as running water | |
And now the wheels of heaven stop / you feel the devil's riding crop / Get ready for the future: it is murder. | |
Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove / These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood | |
I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force / I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse | |
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide / To show you the dead angels that they used to hide / But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? | |
Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne? / Where are the paths your heroes came? | |
Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned / Have died in battle or in vain / And you’re sick of all this repetition / Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane? | |
People tell me it’s a sin / To know and feel too much within I still believe she was my twin / but I lost the ring | |
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned / When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned. | |
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