I spend the night in the chair thinking he'll be there but he never comes and then I wake
up and wipe the sleep from my eyes and I rise and face another day without him
It's just no good anymore when you walk through the door of an empty room
You go inside and set a table for one, it's no fun and spend another day without him
He bought us the pretty balloons and took us up to the moon, it's such a beautiful thing
But it's ended now, it sounds like a lie, I'd say I'd rather die than spend another day without him
Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing and it grows like a clock
But the hands of the clock never love us apart and it's breaking my heart to spend another day without him
He bought us the pretty balloons and took us up to the moon, it's such a beautiful thing
But it's ended now, it sounds like a lie, I'd say I'd rather die than spend another day without him
But it's ended now, it sounds like a lie, I'd say I'd rather die than spend another day without him
Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing and it grows like a clock
But the hands of the clock never love us apart and it's breaking my heart to spend another day without him
Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing and it grows like a clock
But the hands of the clock never love us apart and it's breaking my heart to spend another day without him
*