I would die with a smile upon my face
With no complaints
As tranquil as a saint

This world would be transformed
From a world of pain
To somewhere sane
My eyes would shine again

But you don’t love me

And I would have died
With a smile upon this weary face
With calm and grace
With nothing left to state

And I my love would have whispered
Sweet songs in your ears
I’d have sang for years
We’d have danced away the fear

But you don’t love me