I spend the night in a chair thinking
She'll be there but she never comes
And then 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
We burst the pretty balloon, it took us to the moon
What a beautiful thing
But it's ended now and it sounds like a lie
If I say I'd rather die than live without her
Love is a beautiful thing
Can't go on, without her
There's no song, without her
by: José Duarte