Leonard Cohen - Standing on the Stairs

I was standing on the stairs In the middle of the night The wind was filled with silver And the moon was out of sight Maybe I was waiting But I knew that you could not come The wind was soft as those ashes That a moth leaves on your thumb Your birthday travelled through me Like a thread goes through a bead And when the thread frayed and it parted Why, then I floated just like the sea And was I really lucky Or was I really hexed? And how does love distract me From one moment to the next? I was standing on the stairs In the middle of the night The dandelions, they were yellow And the dandelions were white I waited all of the morning Most of the afternoon My flower, it is the dandelion And my window, it is the Moon I wandered past my mother's lawn While she lay fast asleep The branches had all their flowers on And the grass was green and very deep And if she dreamed of something more Than a lovechild wandering away from her door Then I must wish this lady One more dream And the city that I call my path Was travelling into spring I tried to take my love along But I could not take anything Am I really lucky Or am I only hexed? And how does love distract me From one moment to the next?