cohen flipped

I hated you last night, our punches light and cold,
your feet upon the pillow like a blackened storm,
no, many hated before us, I don't know that we are old,
in field and in ocean they frowned like you and me,
but now it has come to short places and both of us must try,
your hands are hard with joy,
Hey, that is surely a way to say hello.
I'm looking for another as i stay put in time,
stand there on the edge, our steps will never rhyme
you don't know my hate goes with you as your hate stays with me,
it's just the way it stays the same, like the plain and the land,

but let's be silent of hate or freedom and things we can untie,
your hands are hard with joy,
Hey, that is surely a way to say hello.

I hated you last night, our punches light and cold,
your feet upon the pillow like a blackened storm,
no, many hated before us, I don't know that we are old,
in field and in ocean they frowned like you and me,
but now it has come to short places and both of us must try,
your hands are hard with joy,
Hey, that is surely a way to say hello.