Waltz

"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
song about living before we are dead
And by living I don't mean perfection like gold
Cause living my friends is the sweet unresolved

La, la, la, la la, la, la
Lean over your balconies and [bad word] 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 [bad word] well and plan and prepare everything"
Affection as clean as a triangle
But love it or not love's as mad as [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 

La, la, la, la la, la, la
Lean over your balconies and [bad word] 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,
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

La, la, la, la la, la, la
Lean over your balconies and [bad word] inside.
Look after your world and she might treat you right,
Let random things provide imagination sometimes
La, la, la, la la, la, la
Lean over your balconies and [bad word] 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 in the ocean when the sky tumbles in
And I'd rise when I find a way to make her shining
And I know the trick that the gods love to play
You say you want one thing they 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