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Released October 2020.
lyrics
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.
credits
released February 11, 2020
Song written, performed, recorded and mixed by Charles Cave at home. Additional vocal engineering - Rich Wilkinson.
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