Leonard Cohen Night Magic - The Third Invention Lyrics

Night Magic - The Third Invention Lyrics

(Angels) Blindly he worked 

At his third invention 

Taking the
chances 

Of one who is lost 

Feeling his way 

To a cleaner
expression 

Of whatever it was 

He stumbled across 



All for the sake 

Of a possible woman 

He goaded himself 

With a technical hope 



For the sake of his longing 

We
came to the window 

He put on his cloths 

And he walked through the
smoke 



All for the sake 

Of an interested woman 

Riding
to him 

On a flicker of hope 



Some tourist of beauty 

In full disappointment 

Ready to fall 

In love with a ghost 



And here was his ghost 

With his third invention 

The
usual claim 

To the highest reward 



And now it was ready 

His third invention 

Ready to fall 

In love with the world 



And he falls back 

And she comes forward 

The eye of his
labour 

Measures them both 



And she lies in the arms 

Of his third invention 

And back in his room 

He commences the
fourth 



This is the work 

Of the highest pretension 

An automatic 

Ode to the world 



O deep in comfort 

O full employment 

He's lost to the fourth 

He's lost to the
third.