I'm sorry, but our time together's comin' to a close
And I have got to get back to where I'm comin' from
A hundred million lovers dancing in a row
A hundred million vacancies that trip and tremble
It's gettin' 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 rushin' to a close
And I have got to get back to where I'm comin' from
A hundred million lovеrs all disaster prone
A hundred million vacanciеs that trip and tremble
