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
Within the same single hour, I feel so loved I can't remember why I left (or why I always leave); then I am on the moon, establishing distance at the speed of light: longing and leaving, leaving, leaving.
I stay up so late it clouds my vision and everything is narrated by Leonard Cohen.
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years