Atkin-James 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