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Closing Time

Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: The Future (1992)

G5 D5 G
Ah, we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happ'nin',
Em
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high,
Bm
And my very sweet companion, she's the angel of compassion,
Em
She's rubbin' half the world against her thigh.
C
And eve'y drinker, every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her,
G B Em
The fiddler fiddles somethin' so sublime.
D
All the women tear their blouses off, the men, they dance on the polka dots,
C
And it's partner found, it's partner lost, and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
G
It's closin' time.
C
Yeah the women tear their blouses off, and the men, they dance on the polka dots,
G B Em C
And it's partner found, and it's partner lost, and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
C5 G5
It's closin' time.
 
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 
(|: can't say much has happened since :|) but closin' time. :| closin' time. 
 
Em
I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me;
Bm
You were in it for your beauty, too.
Em
And I loved you for your body, there's a voice that sounds like God to me,
A
Declaring (declaring) declaring (declaring)
D
Declaring that you're body's really you. (really really really really)
 
C
And I loved you when our love was blessed, and I love you now there's nothin' left
G B Em
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, 
And it 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 fumblin', gets me laughin', 
She's a hundred but she's wearin' somethin' 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 it's once for Christ, 
But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights, we're busted in the blindin' lights 
Of Closin' Time. :| (Closing Time...) 
 
|: D G :|
Oh, the women tear their blouses off, and the men, they dance on the polka dots, it's closin' 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 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 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 got wrecked by the winds of change and the weeds of sex, it's closing time. 


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