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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. Aey, aey, aey, aey. 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.
Take this waltz with the clamp on it's 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.
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 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 ...
I, I-I-I 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 lillies of snow I, I-I-I Take this ...
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 lilly. 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. I, I-I-I.
22 de sept. de 2013 · Now in Vienna there's ten pretty womenThere's a shoulder where Death comes to cryThere's a lobby with nine hundred windowsThere's a tree where the doves go t...
I, I-I-I 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 lillies of snow I, I-I-I Take this ...
