Undertow
Leonard Cohen
(x2) I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip of an undertow Ditched on a beach where the sea hates to go A child in my arms and a chill in my soul And my heart the shape of a begging bowl I set out one night But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip of an undertow Ditched on a beach where the sea hates to go A child in my arms and a chill in my soul And my heart the shape of a begging bowl ...