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Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river |
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You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever |
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And you know that she's half crazy but that's why you want to be there |
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And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China |
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And just when you want to tell her that you have no love to give her |
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She gets you on her wavelength and she lets the river answer |
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That you've always been her lover. |
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And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind |
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And you think she'll really trust you for you've touched her perfect body with your mind. |
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And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water |
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And he spent a long time watching from a lonely wooden tower |
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And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him |
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He said : 'All men shall be sailors then until the sea shall free them' |
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But he himself was broken long before the sky would open |
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And he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone |
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And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind |
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And you think you'll maybe trust him for he's touched your perfect body with his mind. |
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Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river |
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You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever |
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And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour |
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And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers |
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There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning |
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They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever |
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While Suzanne holds the mirror. |
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And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind |
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And you think you'll maybe trust her for she's touched your perfect body with her mind. |
