Iodine - Leonard Cohen

I needed you, I knew I was in danger

Of losing what I used to think was mine

You let me love you till I was a failure

You let me love you till I was a failure

Your beauty on my bruise like iodine

I asked you if a man could be forgiven

And though I failed at love, was this a crime?

You said, «Don't worry, don’t worry, darling,»

You said, «Don't worry, don’t you worry, darling

There are many ways a man can serve his time»

You covered up that place I could not master

It wasn’t dark enough to shut my eyes

So I was with you, oh sweet compassion

Yes I was with you, oh sweet compassion

Compassion with the sting of iodine

Your saintly kisses reeked of iodine

Your fragrance with a fume of iodine

And pity in the room like iodine

My masquerade of trust was iodine

And everywhere the flare of iodine

Yes it started with the flare of iodine