I've Counted What I Have (Written By Cohen, Perfor Lyrics

(Michael)         I've counted what I have; it's not enough
                  And what I need I do not dare to say.
                  I've heard the soul is diamond in the rough
                  That pain must polish it to a bright display;
                  But mine is diamond dust that's blown away.

(Angels)          I've counted what I have; it's not enough
                  And what I need I do not dare to say.
                  I've heard the soul is diamond in the rough
                  That pain must polish it to a bright display;
                  But mine is diamond dust that's blown away.

(Michael)         And covered up the world with glittering --
                  Come back my soul, I cry, it won't obey,
                  And I'm the empty shape of everything ...
                  Come back my soul, come back to me I sing.

                  I'm sick with greed, with unrequited greed
                  And everyman becomes my enemy.
                  I need his woman, his career I need
                  For what he has, he's taken it from me
                  And what is mine he uses clumsily.
                  That pagan there pretending he can dance,
                  This Christian peddling his humility,
                  These carbons of Hitlerian romance,
                  These lovers photographed without their pants.

(Frank, Louis &   Then, Doubt, sloppy mother mistress that you
 Jean-Marc)       Can't get rid of, who loves you more the more
                  You turn away, whose perfume's pity, who
                  Isn't feeling well, whose shoulder's sore --
                  Doubt comes generous as a dinosaur.

(Doubt)           O love forget this metaphysic bit
                  About the lost world and the grieving heart
                  You really can't believe is haunting it;
                  While you brood here, other lovers part
                  Their lips, prettier than you, and just as smart.

(F, L & J-M)      Doubt has all the reasons why you have to fail
                  And you agree, you've heard them all before.
                  Her heart is broken and her breath is stale
                  And you say, Tell me more my nightingale.

(Doubt)           Give up your conquering plan, give up your plan.
                  Time makes a choir of our lonely art
                  And women know that since the world began
                  There never was, there is no leading man!

(F, L & J-M)      Oo tell me more my nightingale.

(Doubt & Pinky)   And women know that since the world began
                  There never was, there is no leading man.

(Michael)         I've counted what I have; it's not enough.
                  And women know that since the world began
                  There never was, there is no leading man.

(F, L & J-M)      Tell me more my nightingale.

(Doubt & Pinky)   There's no leading man - no leading man!