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
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
I could fight, your beautiful words And mourn, your beautiful loss Throw me out, of your beautiful lifestyle And call, your beautiful name,