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

 La, la, la... La, la, la...

  /[a#]

La, la, la... La, la, la...

 La, la, la... La, la, la...

  /[a#]

La, la, la... La, la, la...

 La, la, la... La, la, la...

  [B/d#]

La, la, la... La, la, la...

[B/d#] /[g]

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay