Take This Waltz
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty womenThere's a shoulder where Death comes to cryThere's a lobby with nine hundred windowsThere's a tree where the doves go to dieThere's a piece that was torn from the morningAnd it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzTake this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want youOn a chair with a dead magazineIn the cave at the tip of the lilyIn some hallways where love's never beenOn a bed where the moon has been sweatingIn a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzTake its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltzWith its very own breath of brandy and DeathDragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in ViennaWhere your mouth had a thousand reviewsThere's a bar where the boys have stopped talkingThey've been sentenced to death by the bluesAh, but who is it climbs to your pictureWith a garland of freshly cut tears
Ay, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzTake this waltz it's been dying for years
There's an attic where children are playingWhere I've got to lie down with you soonIn a dream of Hungarian lanternsIn the mist of some sweet afternoonAnd I'll see what you've chained to your sorrowAll your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzWith its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
And I'll dance with you in ViennaI'll be wearing a river's disguiseThe hyacinth wild on my shoulder,My mouth on the dew of your thighsAnd I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,With the photographs there, and the mossAnd I'll yield to the flood of your beautyMy cheap violin and my crossAnd you'll carry me down on your dancingTo the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my loveTake this waltz, take this waltzIt's yours now. It's all that there is