Oh Crown of Light, oh Darkened One
I never thought we'd meet
You kiss my lips, and then it's done:
I'm back on Boogie Street
A sip of wine, a cigarette
And then it's time to go
It is best to let Cohen “annotate” it himself ( here ) – 
 I never thought I’d have the experience of this reconciliation of what seemed to be apparent and irreducible conflicts. You kiss my lips; and then, it’s done: I’m back on Boogie Street…So, when you hug your children, you dissolve; when you kiss your Beloved, you dissolve; when you have some kind of experience of the totality of this life, you dissolve; but, immediately, you return to Boogie Street. As my teacher says, You can’t live in Paradise because there are no toilets nor restaurants.
Boogie Street