Love is a beautiful thing, when it knows how to swing, and it grooves like a clock. But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part, and it's breaking my heart to have to spend another day without him. I spend the night in a chair, thinking about you. I spend the night in a chair, thinking he'll be there, but he never comes. Then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes, and I rise to face another day without him. It's just no good anymore, when you walk through the door of an empty room, then you go inside and set a table for one. It's not fun to spend another day without him. We burst a pretty balloon, it took us to the moon, such a beautiful thing, but it's ending now, and it sounds like a lie. I say I'd rather die than live without him. Love is a beautiful thing, when it knows how to swing, and it grooves like a clock. But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part, and it's breaking my heart to have to spend another day without him. It's just no good anymore, when you walk through the door of an empty room, then you go inside and set a table for one. Love is a beautiful thing, when it knows how to swing, and it grooves like a clock. But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part, and it's breaking my heart to have to spend another day without him. Love is a beautiful thing, when it knows how to swing, and it grooves like a clock.