It was a bad summer you said You worked as a butcher in a yuppie store And you'd go home to cheap beer and say You didn't know what you stayed in the city for And we were hog-tied to our demons We just followed them around in a lonely haze All through the swollen night time And the hot hot hot of the week days But then we're making dinner And for once we stop b**hing long enough To hear the music and we dance To Leonard Cohen in the kitchen And we just made it up the way we wanted to Nothing easier to do There's a big moon in your window And the noise from the guys downstairs And it feels like your apartment But outside could be anywhere It could be Greece or San Francisco Or Morocco or Madrid And we could walk outside our lives And do a thing we never did It's like when we were making dinner And for once we both stopped b**hing long enough To hear the music and we danced To Leonard Cohen in the kitchen And we just made it up the way we wanted to Nothing easier to do It's easy to complain about the dark of both eyes shut Close our ears and then complain about the silence Oh but then what is this light I see The music that I hear around us And could it be that it was always here It's like when we were making dinner And for once we both stopped b**hing long enough to Hear the music and we danced To Leonard Cohen in the kitchen And we just made it up the way we wanted to Nothing easier Nothing easier Nothing easier to do