It’s Torn Leonard Cohen

I see you in windows
That open so wide
There's nothing beyond them
And no one inside

You kick off your sandals
And shake out your hair
The salt on your shoulders
Like sparks in the air

There's silt on your ankles
And sand on your feet
The river too shallow
The ocean too deep

You smile at your suffering
The sweetest reprieve
Why did you leave us?
Why did you leave?

You kick off your sandals
And shake out your hair
It's torn where you're dancing
It's torn everywhere

It's torn on the right
And it's torn on the left
It's torn in the centre
Which few can accept