not a curtain-call.
Late for breakfast - black coffee, brandy-laced...
		that look on your face.
I'll remember last night; I'll look out for the signs;
You were caught in the light
Ref.	time after time
	it's been my experience that when the row gets serious
	a certain silence will fall...
	But I just can't stop it, why don't you tell me what's wrong?
	My heart goes like a rocket, the feeling's so strong.
	I just can't stop it, why don't you tell me what's wrong?
		Don't think about it too long.

I could argue this another way, but on another day I might have to shout.
You keep your mouth shut, but it's too late for that now:
		the word got out.
In translation it's lost, in desperation it's mimed;
is this Paradise lost, or Paradise time after time?
		Ref