Take This Waltz

Artist
Leonard Cohen, Erika Kulnys
Released
2014
Genre
Folk-Pop
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Now in Vienna there’s 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

Oh My love, Oh my love
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 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

Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
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?

Oh my love, Oh my love
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 lilies of snow

Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its ‘I’ll never forget you, you know!’

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

You Flew

You left the party early
You were buttering your toast
and you flew
You left the party early
You were the host
but you flew

Somewhere in the winter
the waves were grown’ higher
The bells were ringing’ in your head
Somewhere in the winter
your body is a spire
and you’re not dead

I picked up all the pieces
The queens the nights and pawns
but you knew
that the game it wasn’t over
the party’d just begun
I love you

Mother I can see you;
your body is a temple
the wind blew

You left the party early
You didn’t get to check
the windows
You left the party early
The rain was comin’ down
and you flew