I remember you well In the Chelsea Hotel Winter on West 23 Folding my shirt On the back of a chair I tried in my way to be free You told me to hold back the day And not let the dawn in Knowing we'd both get away Into the morning I remember you well In the Chelsea Hotel A place for our limbs to collide Holding my head On the unmade bed As the moon lit the lines of your side I told you to hold back the day And not let the dawn in Knowing we'd both get away Into the morning I remember you well In the Chelsea Hotel Weaving our worlds for a night Lost in the gloom Of some faraway tomb We buried our blindness from sight Trying to hold back the day And not let the dawn in Knowing we'd both get away Into the morning Burning our hearts in the sun Folding our bones into one Carving on paper or stone Oh how I need you