Alexandra Leaving Leonard Cohen Suddenly the nig[F]ht has grown colder.[Dm] [C]The god of love pre[Bb]paring [C]to de[F]part. Alexandra hoisted on his [Dm]shoulder, [Bb]They slip between the sentries [C]of the [F]heart. Up[Am7]held by the simplicities of [Bb]pleasure, [Gm]They gain the light, they formlessly en[C]twine [F]And radiant beyond your widest [Dm]measure [Bb]They fall among the voices [C]and the [F]wine. It's not a [Bb]trick, your [C]senses all de[Dm]ceiving, A fitful [Bb]dream, the (azchords.com)
