Tonight Your Love Is Over

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

Tonight your love is over
Tomorrow it will all be put away
Like the clouded ruins of a god
A pharoah put aside against a rainy day
And your silent eyes are crying
That tomorrow is to be so very soon
The silver coins in your pocket are sighing
For envy of the moon

Tonight the high times finish
Tomorrow sends you both back to square one
Like a burning moth you kind of wish
You could have settled down into a longer run
And your silent eyes are crying
That the daytime has already half begun
The stars outshone in the east are dying
Of envy for the sun

Tonight your love is over
Tomorrow it will all be as you were
Like a captain broken in the field
Ce n'est pas magnifique, mais c'est la guerre
And your silent eyes are crying
That tomorrow is to be so very soon
The silver coins in your pocket are sighing
For envy of the moon