I'm sorry, but
Our time together's coming to a close
And I have got to get back to where I'm coming from
A hundred million lovers dancing in a row
A hundred million vacancies that trip and tremble

It's getting late
To shoot this I don't want to lose the lie
It's great
To cloak you in a golden hour
Time and space
Combine and remain meaningless
An empty vase
In love with all my pretty dresses

I'm sorry, but
Our time together's rushing to a close
And I have got to get back to where I'm coming from
A hundred million lovers all disaster-prone
A hundred million vacancies that trip and tremble