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
But you don't love me
But you don't love me
But you don't love me now
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
But you don't love me
But you don't love me
But you don't love me now