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