They echo with failure and distress
If I was to die tomorrow
Let me die somewhere pretty
The city has lost its touch of summer
The winters wear me down to the bone
If tomorrow was to come
Let me die somewhere pretty
The silence stretches over the minutes
Our conversations now lack honesty
If you were to kill me tomorrow
Let me die somewhere pretty
If my thoughts reach out to you now
As we struggle to find time
If I was to see my last sunset
Let me die somewhere pretty
Happiness has lost its glamour
The smiles slide of our faces
If our relationship is to end now
Let it die somewhere pretty
