Love is a beautiful thing 
When it knows how to swing and it grooves like a clock 
But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part 
And it's breaking my heart to have to spend another day without him

I spend the night in a chair thinking he'll be there
But he [bad word] Then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to face another day without him

It's just no good anymore
When you walk through the door of an empty room
Then you go inside and set a table for one
It's no fun to spend another day without him

We burst the pretty balloon
Took us to the moon
Such a beautiful thing
But it's ended now
And it sounds like a lie
If I say I'd rather die than live without him

Love is a beautiful thing 
When it knows how to swing and it grooves like a clock 
But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part 
And it's breaking my heart to have to spend another day without him