C'est fini !

Your baby doesn't love you any more. 

Golden days, before they end, 

Whisper secrets to the wind. 

Your baby won't be near you any more. 

Tender nights, before they fly, 

Send falling stars that seem to cry. 

Your baby doesn't want you any more. 

It's over. 

It breaks your heart in two, 

To know she's been untrue. 

But oh, what will you do, 

When she says to you, 

"There's someone new. 

We're through. 

We're through." 

It's over, it's over, it's over. 

All the rainbows in the sky 

Start to weep and say good-bye. 

You won't be seeing rainbows any more. 

Setting suns, before they fall, 

Echo to you, "That's all, that's all." 

But you'll see lonely sunsets, after all. 

It's over, it's over, it's over.

(Roy Orbison, Bill Dees)