Leonard Cohen — Iodine

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