We're so tragic
So crestfallen in our purpose
We're so care-worn
Watching melancholy days drift
We're so forlorn
In our beautiful dreams, twined together
I'm sick of waiting
We're so dire
Dragging on sugared desire
Soon, I'll join you
Soon, in this world or the next
Soon, in sickness and in health
Soon, while the old man is snoring
LIfe will not be boring
Soon, the impossible is possible
In our sad romance
So burning, so forever
In our briny beaches
We're so sad