William's Heart

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