Take This Waltz - Leonard Cohen

    Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
    There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
    There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
    There's a tree where the doves go to die
    There's a piece that was torn from the morning
    And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
    Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws

    Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
    On a chair with a dead magazine
    In the cave at the tip of the lily
    In some hallways where love's never been
    On a bed where the moon has been sweating
    In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
    Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    Take its broken waist in your hand

    This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
    With its very own breath of brandy and Death
    Dragging its tail in the sea

    There's a concert hall in Vienna
    Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
    There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
    They've been sentenced to death by the blues
    Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
    With a garland of freshly cut tears?
    Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    Take this waltz it's been dying for years

    There's an attic where children are playing
    Where I've got to lie down with you soon
    In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
    In the mist of some sweet afternoon
    And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
    All your sheep and your lilies of snow
    Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

    This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...

    And I'll dance with you in Vienna
    I'll be wearing a river's disguise
    The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
    My mouth on the dew of your thighs
    And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
    With the photographs there, and the moss
    And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
    My cheap violin and my cross
    And you'll carry me down on your dancing
    To the pools that you lift on your wrist
    Oh my love, Oh my love
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    It's yours now. It's all that there is
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