Leonard Cohen

Do you think that love is waiting

Do you think that someone’s there

There are only the hounds retreating

There is only a ghost going up the stairs

Now all the cafès are empty

Now all the waitresses have faded

There’s no one to take your order

There’s no rendezvous that’s fated

You can pack your last suitcase

You can catch the last train

Because baby no one’s waiting

Either for your love

Or even

Your angry fists of pain

Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program


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