COLSING TIME
Leonard Cohen

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing, and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion, she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer, lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime

all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:

it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:

it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime

and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since

but CLOSING TIME

I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since

CLOSING TIME

I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you

And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess

it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess

it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight

and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime

And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,

busted in the blinding lights

of CLOSING TIME
The whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots
it's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
it's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
it's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.