Leonard Cohen

Do you remember all of those pledges
That we pledged in the passionate night
Ah theyre soiled now, theyre torn at the edges
Like moths on a still yellow light
No penance serves to renew them
No massive transfusions of trust
Why not even revenge can undo them
So twisted these vows and so crushed
And you say youve been humbled in love
Cut down in your love
Forced to kneel in the mud next to me
Ah but why so bitterly turn from the one
Who kneels there as deeply as thee
Children have takes these pledges
They have ferried them out of the past