John Cale - Chorale текст песни

Hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
To the light in your room hold me down
Where the windows are broken around
And erosion of living is done

If your life is all broken and empty
Like the streets of New York in the dark
And you need just one friend to hold on to
I'll be there in the corner just for you

And the cold of the living
And the cold of the dead
Hand in hand from the beginning to the end
And the cold of the living
And the cold of the dead
Hand in hand from the beginning to the end