[00:05.52]Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
[00:10.53]There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
[00:15.69]There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
[00:20.88]There's a tree where the doves go to die
[00:25.98]There's a piece that was torn from the morning
[00:31.26]And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
[00:34.68]Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
[00:41.28]Take this waltz, take this waltz
[00:46.50]Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
[00:58.62]Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
[01:02.97]On a chair with a dead magazine
[01:07.80]In the cave at the tip of the lily
[01:12.69]In some hallways where love's never been
[01:16.35]On a bed where the moon has been sweating
[01:23.61]In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
[01:27.18]Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
[01:33.72]Take this waltz, take this waltz
[01:38.94]Take its broken waist in your hand
[01:49.86]This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
[01:54.93]With its very own breath of brandy and Death
[02:00.54]Dragging its tail in the sea
[02:07.71]There's a concert hall in Vienna
[02:13.38]Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
[02:18.66]There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
[02:23.64]They've been sentenced to death by the blues
[02:27.90]Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
[02:34.17]With a garland of freshly cut tears
[02:37.86]Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
[02:44.34]Take this waltz, take this waltz
[02:49.62]Take this waltz it's been dying for years
[03:00.60]There's an attic where children are playing
[03:03.96]Where I've got to lie down with you soon
[03:12.45]In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
[03:15.99]In the mist of some sweet afternoon
[03:21.21]And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
[03:27.00]All your sheep and your lilies of snow
[03:29.91]Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
[03:36.42]Take this waltz, take this waltz
[03:41.52]With its I'll never forget you, you know
[03:44.94]This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
[04:11.55]And I'll dance with you in Vienna
[04:16.50]I'll be wearing a river's disguise
[04:23.94]The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
[04:28.47]My mouth on the dew of your thighs
[04:32.46]And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook
[04:37.62]With the photographs there, and the moss
[04:43.83]And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
[04:48.00]My cheap violin and my cross
[04:53.19]And you'll carry me down on your dancing
[04:55.65]To the pools that you lift on your wrist
[05:04.08]Oh my love, Oh my love
[05:08.37]Take this waltz, take this waltz
[05:14.01]It's yours now It's all that there is

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