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