Its Over

：卜超

everythings beautiful,
every days a holiday, the day you live without it,
everything changes up,
everything shifts and falls unless you care about it,

but you sit there in the darkness,
and you make plans but theyre hopeless,
and you blame God when youre lonely,
and youll call it fate,
when you show up too late and its over.

here on the boulevard
you were the golden boy,
a mix of brains and muscle
that was a lucky break,
luck is a thing you make,
not just another hustle

but you sit there in the darkness,
and you make plans but theyre hopeless,
and you blame God when youre lonely,
and youll call it fate
when you show up too late and its over.

cos nothing can wait forever,
they dont give unlimited chances in life;
they hand you the knife and tell you to cut it around.

so baby lets fly;
baby lets ride, baby lets ride

cos everythings beautiful, every days a holiday,
but days are getting shorter,
the moon and the stars report the boulevards last resort
and now your last supporter.

but you sit there in the darkness,
and you make plans but theyre hopeless,
and you blame God when youre lonely
and youll call it fate, when you show up too late and its over