I called the car, left my coat
Your perfume lingers in my throat
Silhouettes and candle wax melted on the floor
The party's over, the champagne's dead
The ghost of you lies in my bed
A cigarette on the stove's all that's left

I think it's curtains
Baby, it's over now
Thank the cast and crew and give each other flowers
I think it's curtains
It's time to close it down
There won't be an encore
It's time to take our bows

Fold our script like paper planes (paper planes)
Throw it far, forget my name (forget your name)
The violin solemnly weeping down your neck (my neck)
No rewrites, no second takes
Just a cinematic fade away
Cue the house lights now that we've reached the end

I think it's curtains
Baby, it's over now
Thank the cast and crew and give each other flowers
I think it's curtains
It's time to close it down
There won't be an encore

The stage is cold, the set is bare
The seats are empty, and no one's there
The orchestra pit in my stomach conducting a melody beautifully haunting

I think it's curtains
Baby, it's over now
Thank the cast and crew and give each other flowers
I think it's curtains
It's time to close it down
There won't be an encore
It's time to take our bows