Leonard Cohen :

You want me at all times
without my prophet’s mantle
without my loneliness
without the jelly girls

You want me without my agony
without the risk
that my health insults you
without my love of trees
without my ocean hut

You want me to lose the thread
in my friend’s conversation
without my memory
without my promise to animals

and come here and come here
and come here and come here
and come here and come here
and come here and come here
and come here and come here
and come here and come here
and come here and come here
and come here and come here