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 wanna 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 lovеrs all disaster-prone
A hundred-million vacanciеs that trip and tremble