What makes it all tolerable.

CLOSING TIME: Leonard Cohen

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 she's rubbing half the world against her thigh

And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her

the fiddler fiddles something so sublime

all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots

and it's partner found, 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

and the men they dance on the polka-dots

and it's partner found, it's partner lost

and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:

it's CLOSING TIME

Ah 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 but CLOSING TIME

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 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, declaring, declaring that your body's really you

And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now

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

Yeah I missed 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

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 fumbling

gets me laughing

she's a hundred but she's wearing something 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 once for Christ

but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME

The whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ

but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME

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, 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 happened since

But CLOSING TIME

I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left

But CLOSING TIME

I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.