A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word
that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty
year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
so bold
You'd love to have a heart of gold
You would have to have come from
a better mould
To die in the arms of a twenty
year old twenty year old
Ending the shift of a sleepless
night
Tossing and turning and holding
on tight
To die in the arms of a twenty
year old twenty year old
Want to know about William's
heart
Is it broken in two
Who's feeling bad
Is there enough of a spark to
sparkle again
Is he lost
Does he need a friend
Lying to those who know you the
best
Keeping a secret close to your
chest
To die in the arms of a twenty
year old twenty year old
The agony of the late night pub
Talking too much old age is a
curse
To die in the arms of a twenty
year old twenty year old
Want to know about William's
heart
Is it broken in two
Who's feeling bad
Is there enough of a spark to
sparkle again
Is he lost Does he need a friend
William where have you gone
Will you return to me
William where have you gone
Please return to me
If it's a single man or a single
malt
That I take in my arms when I'm
feeling low
You'll say honesty has made me
cruel
I say you're soft and you're
made of wool
You are made of wool