Darling, We're Out Of Time.
The sweet days of spring are gone.
The wine that pours from the keg is bitter in dranks.
Some say we gave it our best.
So let's not bring up the rest.
No sense in talking.
We know where we went wrong.
But Darling, we're out of time.
All of the flowers are dead and they're dying
And leaves are tumbling down off of the tress.
Darling, we're out of time,
So pack up that old circus tent
Even the animals know that this is the end.
Darling, we're out of time
Darling, we're out of time...
Our best days have come
Our best days are gone
It's already hard
Let's not make it harder
Darling, we're out of time
So put on that dirty, red lipstick
You dress like a chick drawn by an outsider artist.
But Darling, we're out of time.
All of the flowers are dead and they're dying
And leaves are tumbling down off of the tress.
Darling, we're out of time,
So pack up that old circus tent
Even the animals know that this is the end.
Darling, we're out of time
Darling, we're out of time...