Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Do doves die in a tree? Doubtful. In Leonard Cohen’s hands the place that should serve as a resting, nesting and safe place becomes the place for death. Another way to present contrasting elements. 
 
 After the expression of the sadness of death as it craves innocence and the aforementioned awakening of self-consciousness, we find doves (the birds of peace) going to die. 
 This rather bleak line brings us to the hard reality of life, that peace is only fleetingly, if ever, truly available once we’ve awoken from innocence.
Take This Waltz