text: And its hard to write about being happy
  Cause the older I get
  I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject
  And there would be no grand choirs to sing
  No chorus could come in
  About two people sitting doing nothing
  But I must confess
  I did it all for myself
  I gathered you here to hide from some vast unnameable fear
  But the loneliness never left me
  I always took it with me
  But I can put it down in the pleasure of your company
  And there will be no grand choirs to sing
  No chorus will come in
  No ballad will be written
  It will be entirely forgotten
  And if tomorrow its all over
  At least we had it for a moment
  Oh, darling, things seem so unstable
  But for a moment we were able to be still
  And there will be no grand choirs to sing
  No chorus will come in
  No ballad will be written
  This will be entirely forgotten