Elsa Thomasson - Photographe lifestyle, mariage, EVJF - Annecy

Chelsea Hotel

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street
Those were the reasons and that was New York
We were running for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left

But you got away, didn’t you babe
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I need you, I don’t need you

Chelsea Hotel, Léonard Cohen