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    It's all over    It's all over       I could bind, your beautiful wrists    And shut, your beautiful eyes,    With the drugs, with the drugs, with the drugs   And kick, your beautiful doors in    O shame, on your beautiful friends,       Cos it's all over    It's all over    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    It's all over    It's all over    It's all over    It's all over    It's all over