I could hold, your beautiful hands
And kiss, your beautiful eyelids
Throw open, your beautiful doors
And phone, your beautiful friends

But it's all over
It's all over

I could bind, your beautiful wrists
And shut, your beautiful eyes,
With the [bad word]  with the [bad word]  with the [bad word] 
And kick, your beautiful doors in
O shame, on your beautiful friends,

Cos it's all over
It's all over

I could fight, your beautiful words
And mourn, your beautiful loss
Throw me out, of your beautiful lifestyle
And call, your beautiful name,

It's all over
Cos it's all over
It's all over