I will build a love out of pictures and wordsnScratched and blurred will be preserved in plastic canistersnAnd I will lay the lovers on the cutting room floornWith their bodies almost touching nand with just enough room for thought.nnAnd uncertainty.nA hint arose upon our memorynthe softest hand that brushed the weakest kneenYour eyes they rest just too long upon me.nnYour are just a song and you will only last that longnYour are just a song and you will only last that longnnIf eisentein can do itnThen I'm sure I can do itnTake your best line and i'll glue it nOver all your sad refrainsnnAnd if its all in the editnThen there's no need to regretnWe'll just take the sad scenesnand cut them frame for framenAnd we'll repeat the beginning at the end againnnYou are just a song and you will only last that longnYou are jsut a song and you will only last that longnYou are just a song and you will only last that longnyou are just a song and you will only last that longnnYou are just a name nand I will say it till it means nothing again.