Seemed the better way
When first I heard him speak
Now it′s much to late
To turn the other cheek
Sounded like the truth
Seemed the better way
Sounded like the truth
But it’s not the truth today
I wonder what it was
I wonder what it meant
First he touched on love
Then he touched on death
Sounded like the truth
Seemed the better way
Sounded like the truth
But it′s not the truth today
I better hold my tongue
I better take my place
Lift this glass of blood
Try to say the grace
Seemed the better way
When first I heard him speak
But now it’s much to late
To turn the other cheek
Sounded like the truth
Seemed the better way
Sounded like the truth
But it’s not the truth today
I better hold my tongue
I better take my place
Lift this glass of blood
Try to say the grace
Früher gab es einen anderen Weg, der besser wirkte aber dessen Zeit ist vorbei. Es gibt kein Weg mehr zurück. Der Weg klang wie die Wahrheit, er sprach von Gnade. Am Ende sagt Leonard Cohen, ich halte besser meinen Mund, ich kann mich auf nichts berufen. Ich trinke das Blut der Gnade.