Take This Waltz Lyrics

                             Leonard Cohen
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     Now in Vienna there are 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

     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 hallway 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 s 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, its 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 with its very own breath of brandy and Death
     Dragging its tail in the sea

     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
     O my love, o my love
     Take this waltz
     Take this waltz
     It's yours now, it's all that there is



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