What will we do now? You tell me The hourglass is all out of sand How could love slip through our fingers And leave nothin' but time on our hands? And how will we live now? You tell me With parts of our hearts torn away Just existing makes dyin' look easy But maybe tomorrow I've done enough dyin' today And how will I sleep now? You tell me With only my arm my by side Perhaps I'll learn sleepin' all over And just maybe without dreamin' this time And who'll make you laugh now? You tell me Since you sent your clown on his way I don't think I'll cry, just die laughin' But maybe tomorrow I've done enough dyin' today And how will we live now? You tell me With parts of our hearts torn away Just existing makes dyin' look awful easy But maybe tomorrow I've done enough dyin' today