Karaoké Take This Waltz Leonard Cohen & Jennifer Warnes

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

Ay, ay, ay, ay

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

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 a bar where the boys have stopped talking

They've been sentenced to death by the blues

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 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

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

And I'll dance with you in Vienna

I'll be wearing a river's disguise

I'll be wearing a river's disguise

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs dew of your thighs

And I'll bury my soul

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook in a scrapbook

With the photographs there with the photographs there and the moss and the moss

And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty

And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty my cheap violin and my cross my cheap violin and my cross

And you'll carry me

And you'll carry me down on your dancing down on your dancing

To the pools that to the pools that you lift on your wrist 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