Everybody grab the highest star
Makes no difference who or what you are
Nary song he hears another lullaby

The dog is barking and the sheets are cold
Even the guy out on the street he knows
Love can make or break the harder (please supply)

There's no way I'm gonna make it,
No way I'm gonna win
I can almost hear the sad goodbyes
Now what should I do, I'm losing myself in you

There's a palace (please supply)
Where only the lonely people learn to dance
Leave them laughing if you've got half a chance

Memories make you what you never are
Find your heaven in the corner bar
Then music makes you dream
You're not so far from home

Now no else could ever do
What you do, when you do it
Love, there's nothing to it.