a year is just a drop in time it cannot touch the female form in my bed she is just a friend of mine in the dark she knows the touch of my hand let the music play like you want it to let the sun shine light in your hair let the moonlight play at your feet like a babe and softly linger there her words profane her mouth divine i tried to sympathize with both sides but i was caught like a fleeting thought stuck inside leonard cohen s mind we met on a beach in greece and parted on a rusty spanish stair two birds in the distance fly they land and they settle down somewhere a year is just a drop in time it cannot touch her female form in my head she was just a friend of mine in the dark she knew the touch of my hand