Love is a beautiful thing When it knows how to swing and it grooves like a clock But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part And it's breaking my heart to have to spend another day without him
I spend the night in a chair thinking he'll be there But he never comes Then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes And I rise to face another day without him
It's just no good anymore When you walk through the door of an empty room Then you go inside and set a table for one It's no fun to spend another day without him
We burst the pretty balloon Took us to the moon Such a beautiful thing But it's ended now And it sounds like a lie If I say I'd rather die than live without him
Love is a beautiful thing When it knows how to swing and it grooves like a clock But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part And it's breaking my heart to have to spend another day without him