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 you re tossing and turning and holding on tight to die in the arms of a twenty year old twenty year old you wanna 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 you wanna 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 oh 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