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 hallways 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

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 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 ...


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