Love lives in old sonnets And dying flowers Hold on for dear life As we force our finest hour Call it a shame Call it a crime Now I look like a man out of time We can't see a thing With these stars in our eyes Just call it anything but goodbye Anything but goodbye We'll make up an excuse To trip blindly through the night Looking for a light I tried to give you gold But you give me this game I blow at the embers But I can't feel your flame