“Die in my arms,”
Or was it
“Dine in my arms,”

As you did make a feast
Out of my love and heart.

“Die in my arms,”
Or was it
“Dye in my arms,”

For as much as you try
To hide the age in your hair,
You could never hide away all of the years
I had loved you so, as my very own.

Nowadays you’ll feel forever gone.