now in Vienna are 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

take this waltz, take this waltz
take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws.

I want you, i want you, i want you
on a chair with a dead magazine
in a 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

take this waltz, take this waltz
take its broken waist in your hand.

this waltz with his very own breath
of brandy and deathdragging 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 stop talking
they've been sentenced to death by the blues.
ah, but is it climbs to your picture
with a garland of freshly cut tears ?

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

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 things
and I'll burry my soul in a scrapbook
with the photographs there and the moss
and I'll yeld to the flood of your beauty
my cheap violin and my cross.
amd you'll carry me down on your dancing
to the pools that you lift on your wrist

take this waltz, take this waltz
it's yours now. It's all that there is.