No heroes, villains, one to blame,
while wilted roses filled the stage,
and the thrill, the thrill is gone.
Our début was a masterpiece,
but in the end for you and me,
oh, the show, it can't go on.
We used to have it all, but now's our curtain call,
so hold for the applause,
and wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow,
it's our time to go, but at least we stole the show.
