Blue Alert

(Leonard Cohen) There's perfume burning in the air Bits of beauty everywhere Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt She comes so close You feel her then She tells you No and No again Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt Blue Alert Visions of her drawing near Arise, abide, and disappear You try to slow it down It doesn't work It's just another night I guess All tangled up in nakedness You even touch yourself You're such a flirt Blue Alert You know how nights like this begin The kind of knot your heart gets in Any way you turn is going to hurt There's perfume burning in the air Bits of beauty everywhere Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt Blue Alert