No Time to Die

There's no time to die

Quite like this year,

Quite like this month,

This week, this day...

Quite like tonight.

There's no place to die

Like in your arms,

A slave to your lips with their crimson charm;

My favourite bribe.

This bullied orb.

Has man had his fill?

His credit used up at the market of thrills,

In his cloak made of lies.

His Trojan horse under streetlamp, alone,

At the wrought-iron gate

Of his own mother's home,

And he won't pay the fine.

But there's no time to die.

There's no time to die.

Is he me?

Are we all just one?

A continual drop of falling blood

To the tablecloth white?

I know I'm yours,

I hope you're still mine.

It seems we've no chance to truly live,

Yet there's no time to die.

There's no time to die.

There's no time to die.

There's no time to die

Quite like this year,

Quite like this month,

This week, this day...

Quite like tonight.

There's no place to die

Like in your arms,

A slave to your lips with their crimson charm;

My favourite bribe.

There's no time to die

Quite like this year,

Quite like this month,

This week, this day...

Quite like tonight.

There's no place to die

Like in your arms,

A slave to your lips with their crimson charm;

My favourite bribe.