Waltz
Was going to write a song at a time
When my life and my moods were in order and fine
But the hour was late, and my room was a state
And I realized that song I would never create
So this is a song I discovered instead
The song about living before we are dead
And by living I don't mean perfection like gold
'Cause living my friends is that sweet unresolved
I sing, "La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lean over your balconies and don't run inside
Look after your world and she might treat you right
Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes, oh"
I've seen people trying to package their love
Like a dove in the kitchen with a note that says
"Make sure you scrub well and plan and prepare everything"
Affection as clean as a triangle
But love it or not, love's as mad as they come
Oh, it's sly, and it's wise and it's wonderfully dumb
And while some might still say, "No, it's pure like one"
My love, it is wild and not mild and on the run
I sing, "La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lean over your balconies and don't run inside
Look after your world and she might treat you right
Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes"
An Austrian waltz is a very strange thing
When it's played in the midst of the Melbourne music boxing ring
And who said that culture can't grow from a whim?
My God, there is strength when a cat learns to swim
"And what is a king?" he screamed at the wind
A king is decisive without and within
They can't make me stumble, they don't hit my chin
They told me I mumbled, so I decided to sing
I sing, "La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lean over your balconies and don't run inside
Look after your world and she might treat you right
Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes"
I sing, "La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lean over your balconies and don't run inside
Look after your world and she might treat you right
Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes"
I'd never be too old or bitter and thin
Was born with a smile, and I'd die with a grin
And I dive through the wave since the sky tumbles in
And I'd rise when I find a way to make her shining
When I know the trick that the gods love to play
You say you want one thing, and they'll take it away
But action I've found is a seven-letter word
Pretend you want a shoebox
And find you've found the world (hey)
When my life and my moods were in order and fine
But the hour was late, and my room was a state
And I realized that song I would never create
So this is a song I discovered instead
The song about living before we are dead
And by living I don't mean perfection like gold
'Cause living my friends is that sweet unresolved
I sing, "La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lean over your balconies and don't run inside
Look after your world and she might treat you right
Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes, oh"
I've seen people trying to package their love
Like a dove in the kitchen with a note that says
"Make sure you scrub well and plan and prepare everything"
Affection as clean as a triangle
But love it or not, love's as mad as they come
Oh, it's sly, and it's wise and it's wonderfully dumb
And while some might still say, "No, it's pure like one"
My love, it is wild and not mild and on the run
I sing, "La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lean over your balconies and don't run inside
Look after your world and she might treat you right
Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes"
An Austrian waltz is a very strange thing
When it's played in the midst of the Melbourne music boxing ring
And who said that culture can't grow from a whim?
My God, there is strength when a cat learns to swim
"And what is a king?" he screamed at the wind
A king is decisive without and within
They can't make me stumble, they don't hit my chin
They told me I mumbled, so I decided to sing
I sing, "La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lean over your balconies and don't run inside
Look after your world and she might treat you right
Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes"
I sing, "La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lean over your balconies and don't run inside
Look after your world and she might treat you right
Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes"
I'd never be too old or bitter and thin
Was born with a smile, and I'd die with a grin
And I dive through the wave since the sky tumbles in
And I'd rise when I find a way to make her shining
When I know the trick that the gods love to play
You say you want one thing, and they'll take it away
But action I've found is a seven-letter word
Pretend you want a shoebox
And find you've found the world (hey)
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Writer(s): Felix Riebl
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