Closing time-Lyrics-leonard Cohen

Closing Time"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