I could hold, your beautiful hands And kiss, your beautiful eyelids Throw open, your beautiful doors And phone, your beautiful friends
But it's all over It's all over It's all over It's all over
I could bind, your beautiful wrists And shut, your beautiful eyes, With the drugs, with the drugs, with the drugs And kick, your beautiful doors in O shame, on your beautiful friends,
Cos it's all over It's all over It's all over It's all over
I could fight, your beautiful words And mourn, your beautiful loss Throw me out, of your beautiful lifestyle And call, your beautiful name,
It's all over Cos it's all over It's all over It's all over It's all over It's all over It's all over It's all over
