It's All Over - The Broken Family Band

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.

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.

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.