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 street-lamp, 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 tot 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