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It was a bad summer you said
You worked as a butcher in a yuppie store
And you'd go home to cheap beer and say
You didn't know what you stayed in the city for
And we were hog-tied to our demons
We just followed them around in a lonely haze
All through the swollen night time
And the hot hot hot of the week days
But then we're making dinner
And for once we stop bitching long enough
To hear the music and we dance
To Leonard Cohen in the kitchen
And we just made it up the way we wanted to
Nothing easier to do
There's a big moon in your window
And the noise from the guys downstairs
And it feels like your apartment
But outside could be anywhere
It could be Greece or San Francisco
Or Morocco or Madrid
And we could walk outside our lives
And do a thing we never did
It's like when we were making dinner
And for once we both stopped bitching long enough
To hear the music and we danced
To Leonard Cohen in the kitchen
And we just made it up the way we wanted to
Nothing easier to do
It's easy to complain about the dark of both eyes shut
Close our ears and then complain about the silence
Oh but then what is this light I see
The music that I hear around us
And could it be that it was always here
It's like when we were making dinner
And for once we both stopped bitching long enough to
Hear the music and we danced
To Leonard Cohen in the kitchen
And we just made it up the way we wanted to
Nothing easier
Nothing easier
Nothing easier to do
