All the dancers come out for the evening
Their dresses are presents and gowns
The tables are matched up in ribbon
The turntable is spinning around
And you know that you can now relax
Because that's what you've already found

Take a look at the pictures above you
As seen like no other before
Their smiles are for what they have been through
The most that somebody can know
As they fall off the end of the earth
Is how much they should have been loved
And if they ask you now
You'd say that you've had enough

There's a field made of boxes of linen
For the patching of hearts that fall out
And on every one there is written
The things that we laugh about now
And the most that somebody can know
Is how much they should have been loved
And if they ask you now
You'll say that you've had enough

There's nothing I can say
I'm standing at the break
And you're holding me up
I'm falling on my knees
The wind is out of me
And you're holding me up