4 acessos
i spend the night in a chair, thinking she'll be there, but she never comes and i Wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes and i rise to face another day without her. it's just no good anymore, when you walk through the door of na empty room, then you go inside and set a table for one, it's no fun to spend another day without her. we burst the pretty baloon, it took us to the moon, it's such a beautiful thing, but it's ended now and it sounds like a lie if i said i'd rather die than spend another day without her. love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing and it moves like a clock, but the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part and it's breaking my heart to spend another day without her... can't go on without her. it's all wrong without her...