And it hangs in theGallery of Frost
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Aey, aey, aey, aey
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz, take this waltz
In some hallway where love's never been
Dragging its tail in the sea
Take this waltz, take this waltz
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
With its very own breath of brandy and death
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
With its, I'll never forget you, you know
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
Aey, aey, aey, aey
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
With the photographs there, and the moss
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
Songwriters: Leonard Cohen, Frederico Garcia-Lorca
It's yours now, it's all that there is
With its very own breath of brandy and death
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Oh my love, oh my love
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
There's a concert hall in Vienna
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Aey, aey, aey, aey
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
There's an attic where children are playing
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
Aey, aey, aey, aey
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
Publisher: LEONARD COHEN STRANGER MUSIC INC
Take this waltz it's been dying for years
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
There's a shoulder where death comes to cry
Take its broken waist in your hand
On a chair with a dead magazine
Aey, aey, aey, aey
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook
But who is it climbs to your picture
In the cave at the tip of the lily
And I'll dance with you in Vienna
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
My cheap violin and my cross
There's a tree where the doves go to die
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Dragging its tail in the sea