Leonard Cohen

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then its done c
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if its real,
A thousand kisses deep.
Im turning tricks, Im getting fixed,
Im back on boogie street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A thousand kisses deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A thousand kisses deep.
Confined to sex, we pressed against