Leonard Cohen
I've reached that sweet, lovely, space that is so cold inside.
I think I know what Leonard Cohen wrote about years ago. His hurt, his loneliness. His respect for those that loved almost anything. I think it kept him alive; that faith.
That hollow of the night.
I think I know what Leonard Cohen wrote about years ago. His hurt, his loneliness. His respect for those that loved almost anything. I think it kept him alive; that faith.
That hollow of the night.