The Day Moulin Rouge Died
Stop all the clocks cut the curtain My lonely heart will not stop hurting Silence the piano they're no longer fun Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come
Let the performers moan overhead Scribbling on the stage 'She is dead' Put a crepe bow round the neck of the white dove Let the windmill spin spreading its love
Satine was my north, my south, my east, my west My working week, my Sunday rest My noon my midnight my talk my song I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Stop all the clocks cut the curtain My lonely heart will not stop hurting Silence the piano they're no longer fun Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come
Let the performers moan overhead Scribbling on the stage 'She is dead' Put a crepe bow round the neck of the white dove Let the windmill spin spreading its love
Satine was my north, my south, my east, my west My working week, my Sunday rest My noon my midnight my talk my song I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood For nothing now can ever come to any good.