End Of Beauty


I can see you in my mind’s eye.
My memories of you are crystal clear.
I can feel you all around me,
close my eyes and wish you here.
I hold back a river full of tears,
hold on tight to your lock of hair.
I miss nothing about you,
just the fact that, you’re not there.

And life’s not fair!
And life’s not fair!
Life’s so unfair!

I can’t go on, now that you’re gone:
It’s the end. It’s the end of beauty. End of Beauty.
I can’t go on. I can’t go on.
It’s the end. It’s the end of beauty.

I can see you in the clear night sky,
your voice whispers – with the wind.
I can feel you in the summer’s rain,
I can sense – you’re there again.
I smell your favourite perfume,
your good taste lingers in the air.
I miss nothing about you,
just the fact that you’re not there.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

I see you smile – in a photograph.
I hear your voice – on the answerphone.
I can feel you tearing, tearing at my heart.
I lie awake – every single night.
I just don’t know how to put things right.
I just don’t know, I don’t know, what went wrong but

I can’t go on since you’ve been gone:
It’s the end of you and me. It’s the end of beauty.
I can’t go on since you’ve been gone:
It’s the end of beauty. It’s the end of beauty.
I can’t go on. I can’t go on.
Put me out of my misery. End of Beauty.
It’s the end of beauty.

©20.2.2014 Andrew Robert Chapman


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