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Take This Waltz Lyrics - Singles - Cohen Leonard

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 

 

I, I-I-I 

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 lilly 

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 

 

I, I-I-I 

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? 

 

I, I-I-I 

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 lillies of snow 

 

I, I-I-I 

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 

Oh my love, oh my love 

Take this waltz, take this waltz 

It's yours now, it's all that there is 

 

(La-la-la, la-la-la) 

(La-la-la, la-la-la) 

(La-la-la, la-la-la) 

(La-la-la, la-la-la) 

(La-la-la, la-la-la) 

(La-la-la, la-la-la) 

(I, I-I-I) 

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