Now in vienna theres ten pretty women Theres a shoulder where death comes to cry Theres a lobby with nine hundred windows Theres a tree where the doves go to die Theres 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 hallways where loves 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
Theres a concert hall in vienna Where your mouth had a thousand reviews Theres a bar where the boys have stopped talking Theyve been sentenced to death by the blues Ah, 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 its been dying for years
Theres an attic where children are playing Where Ive got to lie down with you soon In a dream of hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And Ill see what youve chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow Ay, ay, ay, ay Take this waltz, take this waltz With its Ill never forget you, you know!
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
And Ill dance with you in vienna Ill be wearing a rivers disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs And Ill bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And Ill yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin and my cross And youll 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 Its yours now. its all that there is.