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Now in vienna there are ten pretty women
thereand's a shoulder where death comes to cry
thereand's a lobby with nine hundred windows
thereand's a tree where the doves go to die
thereand'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
i want you, i want you, i want you
on a chair with a dead magazine
in the cave at the tip of the lilly,
in some hallway where loveand'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
Thereand's a concert hall in vienna
where your mouth had a thousand reviews
thereand's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
theyand'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, itand's been dying for years
Thereand's an attic where children are playing,
where iand've got to lie down with you soon,
in a dream of hungarian lanterns,
in the mist of some sweet afternoon
and iand'll see what youand've chained to your sorrow,
all your sheep and your lillies of snow
ay, ay, ay, ay
take this waltz, take this waltz
with its andquot;iand'll never forget you, you know!andquot;
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
with its very own breath of brandy and death
dragging its tail in the sea
And iand'll dance with you in vienna
iand'll be wearing a riverand's disguise
the hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
my mouth on the dew of your thighs
and iand'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there, and the moss
and iand'll yield to the flood of your beauty
my cheap violin and my cross
and youand'll carry me down on your dancing
to the pools that you lift on your wrist
o my love, o my love
take this waltz, take this waltz
itand's yours now. itand's all that there is
Leonard cohen
Take This Waltz
Take This Waltz
Now in vienna there are ten pretty women
thereand's a shoulder where death comes to cry
thereand's a lobby with nine hundred windows
thereand's a tree where the doves go to die
thereand'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
i want you, i want you, i want you
on a chair with a dead magazine
in the cave at the tip of the lilly,
in some hallway where loveand'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
Thereand's a concert hall in vienna
where your mouth had a thousand reviews
thereand's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
theyand'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, itand's been dying for years
Thereand's an attic where children are playing,
where iand've got to lie down with you soon,
in a dream of hungarian lanterns,
in the mist of some sweet afternoon
and iand'll see what youand've chained to your sorrow,
all your sheep and your lillies of snow
ay, ay, ay, ay
take this waltz, take this waltz
with its andquot;iand'll never forget you, you know!andquot;
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
with its very own breath of brandy and death
dragging its tail in the sea
And iand'll dance with you in vienna
iand'll be wearing a riverand's disguise
the hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
my mouth on the dew of your thighs
and iand'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there, and the moss
and iand'll yield to the flood of your beauty
my cheap violin and my cross
and youand'll carry me down on your dancing
to the pools that you lift on your wrist
o my love, o my love
take this waltz, take this waltz
itand's yours now. itand's all that there is
