Ebba Forsberg – Take This Waltz chords
Chords:
[Intro] F Dm F Dm [Verse 1]F DmNow in Vienna there's ten pretty womenF DmThere's a shoulder where death comes to cryBb CThere's a lobby with nine hundred windowsBb F CThere's a tree where the doves go to dieDm DmThere's a piece that was torn from the morningBb Bb And it hangs in the Gallery of FrostBb FAy, ay, ay, ayA DmTake this waltz, take this waltzBb BbmTake this waltz with the clamp on its jawsF Dm F Dm [Verse 2]F DmOh, I want you, I want you, I want youF DmOn a chair with a dead magazineBb CIn the cave at the tip of the lilyBb F CIn some hallways where love's ne-ver beenDm DmOn a bed where the moon has been sweatingBb Bb In a cry filled with footsteps and sandBb FAy, ay, ay, ayA DmTake this waltz, take this waltzBb BbmTake its broken waist in your hand[Chorus]Dm DmThis waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltzBb FWith its very own breath of brandy and deathA Bb BbmDragging its tail in the seaF Dm F Dm [Verse 3]F DmThere's a concert hall in ViennaF DmWhere your mouth had a thousand reviewsBb CThere's a bar where the boys have stopped talkingBb F CThey've been sentenced to death by the bluesDm DmAh, but who is it climbs to your pictureBb Bb With a garland of freshly cut tears?Bb FAy, ay, ay, ayA DmTake this waltz, take this waltzBb BbmTake this waltz, it's been dying for yearsF Dm F Dm [Verse 4]F DmThere's an attic where children are playingF DmWhere I've got to lie down with you soonBb CIn a dream of Hungarian lanternsBb F CIn the mist of some sweet af-ter-noonDm DmAnd I'll see what you've chained to your sorrowBb Bb All your sheep and your lilies of snowBb FAy, ay, ay, ayA DmTake this waltz, take this waltzBb BbmWith its "I'll never forget you, you know!"Dm [Chorus]Dm DmThis waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltzBb FWith its very own breath of brandy and deathA Bb BbmDragging its tail in the seaF Dm F Dm [Verse 5]F Dm *CAnd I'll dance with you in ViennaF DmI'll be wearing a river's disguiseBb CThe hyacinth wild on my shoulderBb FMy mouth on the dew of your thighsF DmAnd I'll bury my soul in a scrapbookF DmWith the photographs there and the mossBb CAnd I'll yield to the flood of your beautyBb F CMy cheap violin and my crossDm DmAnd you'll carry me down on your dancingBb Bb To the pools that you lift on your wristBb FOh, my love, oh, my loveA DmTake this waltz, take this waltzBb BbmIt's yours now, it's all that there isF Dm F Dm