written by Leonard Cohen
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G
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
G
And the band is really happening
Em
And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
Bm
And my very sweet companion
Bm
She's the Angel of Compassion
Em
She's rubbing half the world against her thigh
C
And every drinker every dancer
C
Lifts a happy face to thank her
G B7 Em
The fiddler fiddles something so sublime
D
All the women tear their blouses off
D
And the men they dance on the polka-dots
C
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
C
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
G
It's closing time
C
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
C
And the men they dance on the polka-dots
G B
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
Em C
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
G D
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 budget 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 budget an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time, closing time
Em
I loved you for your beauty
Em
But that doesn't make a fool of me:
D
You were in it for your beauty too
Em
And I loved you for your body
Em
There's a voice that sounds like God to me
A D
Declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really, really, really, really you
C
And I loved you when our love was blessed
C
And I love you now there's nothing left
G B7 Em
But sorrow and a sense of overtime
D
And I missed you since the place got wrecked
D
And I just don't care what happens next
C
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
C
It's something in between, I guess
G
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 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 fore 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
Of closing time, closing time
G
Oh the women tear their blouses off
G
And the men they dance on the polka-dots
D
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 budget 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
It's closing time...