Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women

/[a#]

There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry

There's a lobby with nine hundred windows

/[a#]

There's a tree where the doves go to die

There's a piece that was torn from the morning

. . |. . [B/d#] |

And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

[B/d#]

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay

/[g]

Take this waltz, take this waltz

/[f] . . |. . . |

Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws

. . | . . |/[a#] . . | . . |

/[a#]

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

/[a#]

In some hallways where love's never been

On a bed where the moon has been sweating

. . |. . [B/d#] |

In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

[B/d#]

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay

/[g] /

Take this waltz, take this waltz

-5 . . |. . . |

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

/[a#]

Where your mouth had a thousand reviews

There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking

/[a#]

They've been sentenced to death by the blues

Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture

. . |. . [B/d#] |

With a garland of freshly cut tears?

[B/d#]

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay

/[g]

Take this waltz, take this waltz

Take this waltz it's been dying for years

/[a#]

There's an attic where children are playing

Where I've got to lie down with you soon

In a dream of Hungarian lanterns

/[a#]

In the mist of some sweet afternoon

And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow

. . |. . [B/d#] |

All your sheep and your lilies of snow

[B/d#]

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay

/[g] /

Take this waltz, take this waltz

-5 . . |. . . |

With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

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

/[a#]

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

/[a#]

With the photographs there, and the moss

And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty

/[a#]

My cheap violin and my cross

And you'll carry me down on your dancing

To the pools that you lift on your wrist

[B/d#] [B/d#]

Oh my love, Oh my love

/[g]

Take this waltz, take this waltz

It's yours now, it's all that there is

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[B/d#]

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[B/d#] /[g]

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay