Of the word being made into flesh
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh chosen love, oh frozen love
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
Oh chosen love, oh frozen love
Oh chosen love, oh frozen love
And come forth from your cloud of unknowing
Lost in the rags of remorse
Publisher: BAD MONK PUBLISHING
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
The sun give over to splendor
Why tarry all night in this ruin?
Or leave no observer to mourn
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host, gentle this soul, gentle this soul
In the arms of the high holy one
And leave no word of discomfort
Dreams of a letter's death
The spear of the age in your side?
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
And the whole broken-hearted host, gentle this soul
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
And the whole broken-hearted host, gentle this soul, gentle this soul
Then lay your rose on the fire
That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh chosen love, oh frozen love
Lost in the waves of the sickness
Bless thee continuous stutter
And the whole broken-hearted host, gentle this soul
But climb on your tears and be silent
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
Now why do you stand by the window
Songwriter: Leonard Cohen
For the holy one dreams of a letter
Abandoned to beauty and pride
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Like the rose on its ladder of thorns
The new Jerusalem glowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The fire give up to the sun