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.