Here's the context. Perhaps some Leonard Cohen fan will have luck deciphering the particular lines.

Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess.
Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes.
Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,
I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.
And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,
a singer must die for the lie in his voice.

And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,
you keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty.
Your vision is right, my vision is wrong,
I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song.

Oh, the night it is thick, my defences are hid
in the clothes of a woman I would like to forgive,
in the rings of her silk, in the hinge of her thighs,
where I have to go begging in beauty's disguise.
Oh goodnight, goodnight, my night after night,
my night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night.

I am so afraid that I listen to you,
your sun glassed protectors they do that to you.
It's their ways to detain, their ways to disgrace,
their knee in your balls and their fist in your face.
Yes and long live the state by whoever it's made,
sir, I didn't see nothing, I was just getting home late.

I think he may be singing about the effect his love songs have. He has had me in the palm of his hands since I first heard him, and then discovered the poetry inside him. He makes no pretence of who or what he is. A singer of love songs - if you fall in love with him and get hurt, then he is guilty only of singing the song. (Clever man).

O.K. I need to thank the one that introduced such a marvellous song writer to me.

Not me directly, mind you.

"I ache in the places I used to play"