Closing Time

Leonard Cohen

1. 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
   And she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
   Lifts a happy face to thank her
   And the fiddler fiddles something so sublime

2. All the women tear their blouses off
   The men they dance on the polka dots
   And it's partner found and 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
   The men they dance on the polka dots
   And it's partner found and it's partner lost
   And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
   It's closing time   

3. 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

4. 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 happned 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
   (can't say much has happned since, 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 you're body's really you (really really really really)
   I loved you when our love was blessed
   I love you now there's nothing left
   But sorrow and a sense of overtime

5. And I miss you since the place got wrecked
   But 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 miss 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

6. Yeah, we're drinking and we're dancing
   But there's nothing really happening
   The place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
   And my very close companion
   Gets me fumbing gets me laughing
   She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight

7. And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
   Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
   And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
   And it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ
   But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
   We're busted in the blinding lights
   Of closing time
   The whole damn place goes crazy twice
   And it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ
   But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
   We're busted in the blinding lights
   (busted in the blinding lights)
   Busted in the blinding lights
   Of closing time, closing time

8. 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, and it's partner lost
   And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
   It's closing time
   I swear it happned 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 happned since
   But closing time
   I loved you when our love was blessed
   I love you now, there's nothing left
   But closing time
   And I missed you since our place gor wrecked
   By the winds of change and the weeds of sex,
   It's closing time