Lyrics - Closing Time by Cohen Leonard

Ah we're drinking and we're dancingand the band is really happeningand the
Johnny
Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companionshe's the
Angel of
Compassionshe's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancerlifts a happy face to thank herthe fiddler fiddles something so sublimeall the women tear their blouses offand the men they dance on the polka-dotsand it's partner found, it's partner lostand it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:it's
CLOSING
TIMEYeah the women tear their blouses offand the men they dance on the polka-dotsand it's partner found, it's partner lostand it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:it's
CLOSING
TIMEAh we're lonely, we're romanticand the cider's laced with acidand the
Holy
Spirit's crying, "
Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming nakedand the summer night is fragrantwith a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we staggerdown the snakes and up the ladderto the tower where the blessed hours chimeand
I swear it happened just like this:a sigh, a cry, a hungry kissthe
Gates of
Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened sincebut
CLOSING
TIMEI swear it happened just like this:a sigh, a cry, a hungry kissthe
Gates of
Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING
TIMEI loved you for your beautybut that doesn't make a fool of me:you were in it for your beauty tooand
I loved you for your bodythere's a voice that sounds like
God to medeclaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And
I loved you when our love was blessedand
I love you now there's nothing leftbut sorrow and a sense of overtimeand
I missed you since the place got wrecked
And
I just don't care what happens nextlooks like freedom but it feels like deathit's something in between,
I guessit's
CLOSING
TIMEYeah
I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sexlooks like freedom but it feels like deathit's something in between,
I guessit's
CLOSING
TIMEYeah we're drinking and we're dancingbut there's nothing really happeningand the place is dead as
Heaven on a
Saturday night
And my very close companiongets me fumbling gets me laughingshe's a hundred but she's wearingsomething tightand
I lift my glass to the
Awful
Truthwhich you can't reveal to the
Ears of
Youthexcept to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twiceand it's once for the devil and once for
Christbut the
Boss don't like these dizzy heightswe're busted in the blinding lights,busted in the blinding lightsof
CLOSING
TIMEThe whole damn place goes crazy twiceand it's once for the devil and once for
Christbut the
Boss don't like these dizzy heightswe're busted in the blinding lights,busted in the blinding lightsof
CLOSING
TIMEOh the women tear their blouses offand the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's
CLOSING
TIMEAnd it's partner found, it's partner lostand it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's
CLOSING
TIMEI swear it happened just like this:a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's
CLOSING
TIMEThe
Gates of
Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But
CLOSING
TIMEI loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But
CLOSING
TIMEI miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

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