TEACHERS
	written by Leonard Cohen, arranged by the Sisters of Mercy

	I met a man who lost his mind
	In some lost place I had to find
	Follow me the wise man said
	But he walked behind

	I walked into a hospital
	Where none were sick and none was well,
	When at night the Sisters left
	I could not walk at all.

	Some girls wander by mistake
	Into the mess that scalpals make.
	Are you the teachers of my heart
	We teach old hearts to break.

	A met a woman long ago
	Her hair the black the black can go
	Are you the teacher of the heart?
	Soft she whispered, no

	I met a girl across the sea,
	Her hair the gold that gold could be.
	Are you the teacher of the heart?
	Yes, but not for thee.

	I spent my hatred every place,
	On every work, on every face
	Is my passion perfect,
	No! Do it once again.

	Oh teachers are my lessons done?
	I cannot do another one,
	They laughed and laughed and laughed and said,
	Child are your lessons done?

	I was handsome, I was strong,
	I knew the words of every song
	Did my singing please you?
	No, the words you sang were wrong