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.
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.
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.