Avalanche Leonard Cohen
[Fm]Well I stepped into an [C#]avalanche,
[Fm]It covered [D#]up my [Fm]soul;
[Fm]When I am not this [C#]hunchback that you see,
[Fm]I sleep ben[D#]eath the [Fm]golden hill.
[G#]You who wish to [C]conquer pain,
You must [Fm]learn, learn to serve me [C#]well.
You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold;
He does not ask for your company,
Not at the centre, the centre of the world.
When I am on a pedestal,
You did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
Theyre the crumbs Ive left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
Its just the shadow, shadow of my wound.
I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say youve gone away from me,
But I can feel you when you breathe.
Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
You dont love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure,
It is your turn, beloved,
It is your flesh that I wear.