Closing Time
Danish Title: Lukketid
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen
Originally performed by: Leonard Cohen
So we're drinking and we're dancing and the bards are really happening
And the Johnny Walker wisdom's running high
And my very sweet companion, she's an angel of compassion
She's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker, every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her
And the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
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And the women tear their blouses off
And the men they dance on the polka dots
And it's partner found and partner lost
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
At Closing Time
Closing Time
Well, we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's spiked with mushrooms
And the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is spinning naked and the summer night is fragrant
With the mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladders
To the tower where the blessed hours chime
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And I swear it happened just like this
A sigh, a cry, and a hungry kiss
The gates of love they budged an inch
And I can't say much has happened since
But Closing Time
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 that your body's really you
Well I loved you when our love was blessed
And I love you know 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
Closing Time
So 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 hot and gets me laughing
She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight
And I lift my glass to the awful truth that 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 it's for the Christ
But the boss don't like those dizzy heights, we're busted in the blinding lights
Of Closing Time
Closing Time
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