Leonard Cohen - Avalanche

^EmWell I stepped into an ^C/Gavalanche, ^EmIt covered u^Dp my s^Emoul;

^EmWhen I am not this hunch^C/Gback that you see, ^EmI sleep ben^Death the golden ^Emhill.

^GYou who wish to co^B7nquer pain, Em C/G ... B7 You must learn, learn to serve me well.

^EmYou strike my side by ac^C/Gcident ^EmAs you go d^Down for your g^Emold. ^EmThe cripple here that you c^C/Glothe and feed ^EmIs neither s^Dtarved nor c^Emold; ^GHe does not ask for your c^B7ompany, Not at the c^Ementre, the centre of the ^C/Gworld. ^B7

^EmWhen I am on a pe^C/Gdestal, ^EmYou did not r^Daise me th^Emere. ^EmYour laws do not co^C/Gmpel me ^EmTo kneel gro^Dtesque and b^Emare. ^GI myself am the ped^B7estal For this u^Emgly hump at which you s^C/Gtare. ^B7

^EmYou who wish to co^C/Gnquer pain, ^EmYou must learn what ma^Dkes me k^Emind; ^EmThe crumbs of love that you o^C/Gffer me, ^EmTheyre the cr^Dumbs I've ^Emleft behind. ^GYour pain is no cre^B7dential here, Its just the s^Emhadow, shadow of my w^C/Gound. ^B7

^EmI have begun to l^C/Gong for you, ^EmI who ha^Dve no g^Emreed; ^EmI have begun to a^C/Gsk for you, ^EmI who ^Dhave no n^Emeed. ^GYou say you've gone aw^B7ay from me, But I can ^Emfeel you when you b^C/Greathe. ^B7

^EmDo not dress in those ^C/Grags for me, ^EmI know you a^Dre not p^Emoor; ^EmYou don't love me quite so f^C/Giercely now When you ^Emknow that you ^Dare not s^Emure, ^GIt is your turn, be^B7loved, It is your^Em flesh that I w^C/Gear. ^B7