and ill dance with you in vienna ill be wearing a rivers disguise the hyacinth wild on my shoulder, my mouth on the dew of your thighs and ill bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there, and the moss and ill yield to the flood of your beauty my cheap violin and my cross and youll carry me down on your dancing to the pools that you lift on your wrist oh my love, oh my love take this waltz, take this waltz its yours now. its all that there is.
