{t:One of Us Can Not Be Wrong}
{st:Leonard Cohen}
[A]I lit a thin green [Bm]candle, to [D]make you jealous of [A]me
but the [A]room just filled up with mos[Bm]quitoes,
they [D]heard that my body was [E]free
then [F#m]I took the dust from a [C#m]long sleepless night
and I [D]put it in your little [A]shoe
and [Bm]then I confess that I [G]tortured the dress
that you [Bm]wore for the [A]world to look [G]through
[A]I showed my heart to the [Bm]doctor,
he [D]said I'd just have to [A]quit
then [A]he wrote himself a pres[Bm]cription,
and [D]your name was mentioned on [E]it
then [F#m]he locked himself in a [C#m]library shelf
with the [D]details of our honey[A]moon
and I [Bm]hear from the nurse that he's [G]gotten much worse
and his [Bm]practice is [A]all in a [G]ruin
I [A]heard of a saint who had [Bm]loved you,
I [D]studied all night in his [A]school
he [A]taught that the duty of [Bm]lovers,
is to [D]tarnish the golden [E]rule
and just [F#m]when I was sure that his [C#m]teachings were pure
he [D]drowned himself in a [A]pool
his [Bm]body is gone but back [G]here on the lawn
his [Bm]spirit con[A]tinues to [G]drool
an [A]Eskimo showed me a [Bm]movie, he'd [D]recently taken of [A]you
the [A]poor man could hardly stop [Bm]shivering,
his [D]lips and his fingers were [E]blue
I sup[F#m]pose that he froze when the [C#m]wind took your clothes
and I [D]guess he just never got [A]warm
but you [Bm]stand there so nice in your [G]blizzard of ice, oh please
[Bm]let me come [A]into the [G]storm
{t:One of Us Can Not Be Wrong}
