Suzanne takes you down |
To her place near the river |
You can hear the boats go by |
You can spend the night beside her |
And you know that she's half crazy |
But that's why you want to be there |
And she feeds you tea and oranges |
That come all the way from China |
And just when you mean to tell her |
That you have no love to give her |
Then she gets you on her wavelenght |
And she lets the river answer |
That you've always been her lover |
And you want to travel with her |
And you want to travel blind |
And you know that she will trust you |
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. |
And Jesus was a sailor |
When he walked upon the water |
And he spent a long time watching |
From his lonely wooden tower |
And when he knew for certain |
Only drowning men could see him |
He said: "All men will be sailors then |
Until the sea shall free them" |
But he himself was broken |
Long before the sky would open |
Forsaken, almost human |
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone |
And you want to travel with him |
And you want to travel blind |
And you think maybe you'll trust him |
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind. |
Now Suzanne takes your hand |
And she leads you to the river |
She is wearing rags and feathers |
From Salvation Army counters |
And the sun pours down like honey |
On our lady of the harbour |
And she shows you where to look |
Among the garbage and the flowers |
There are heroes in the seaweed |
There are children in the morning |
They are leaning out for love |
And they will lean that way forever |
While Suzanne holds the mirror |
And you want to travel with her |
And you want to travel blind |
And you know that you can trust her |
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind. |
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