Darling, darling oh turn the lights back on now

This is fading and the credits all roll down

Crying, crying oh we are playing to a full house, house.

No heroes, villains ones to blame while wilted roses fill the stage

and the thrill, the thrill is gone.

Our debut was a masterpiece but in the end for you and me, the show, it can’t go on.

We used to have it all, but now is our curtain call, so hold for the applause, oh oh oh.

And wave out to the croud, and take our final bow, oh it’s our time to go, but at least we stole the show,

at least we stole the show (x4)