Lyrics I'd Like to Die of Love / Postcard From an Airport - Myslovitz

All the world has slipped out of my grasp
And as yet I can feel no regret
Tell me how you'd like to live
I'm alive and I think
I want to live my life but...
If I had to and I could ever make
My death-wish
It's not a secret and I know it well
I'd like to die by your side
Breezes blow, I smell springtime and know
That you easily accepted what I'd said
And...
If I had to and I could ever make
My death-wish
It's not a secret and I know it well
I'd like to die by your side
And if ever I could really choose
How to do that
It's not a secret and I know it well
I'd like to die of love
In no armchair
In no dream
Not in peace and
Not by day
Not too easy
Not in long years
I'd like to die of love
Not so painless
Not in my home
Not too quickly
Not too young and
Not too happy
Not with my dears
I'd like to die of love