Treasure Island

Leonard Cohen


Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye


I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Josephine De Leux (6/18/2009 9:46:00 AM)

    that title just makes me want to cry. sorry. it reminds me of someone.
    He said that too.
    sleepy golden storm...how warm. (Report) Reply

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