If I am to die

I am tired of these city scapes

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