Die with me, oh, never let me go, to a place that you just cannot be Die with me, I don’t ever want to leave you, because you’re the holy part of me. Die with me, in an eternity of silence, I’ll only want to hear you breathe Die with me, in a field beneath the stars, that’s the only place I want to be
So let not death come to depart us, I will walk you through this forest to a room outside a kingdom beyond the changing of the seasons Oh flower beware. No flower be there.
Die with me, on a raft that’s moving slow, towards the raging of the blackest sea Die with me, in the hollows of our home, where we dreamed of immortality Die with me, on a fancy feather bed, with our veins aglow with morphine Die with me, though I wish that we could stay, there’s a crow up in that willow tree
Saying, "Let not death come to depart thee No blade of time can cut the heart strings Tied in bows and knots and stitches Bound by fate not to surrender And no ghost, nor spells, nor witches Can unweave us from these wishes." Oh flower beware ...
I die with you, for like branches to the breeze, you’re the only living part of me. I die with you, said the branches to the breeze, "you’re the only living part of me."