Dying Day - ORANGE JUICE

Somebody is whispering

Tongues are a-twisting

My eyes are glistening

Say hello to your debutante

And say bye-bye to true love

I heard your bugle playing

The sweetest music to my ears

I’m not afraid of saying

I’m close to tears

We’ll run away

And I’ll always believe

Until my dying day

My dying day

I say I’m not sorry

To cast you off, discourteously

When you talk so realistically

The thrill of love

Is gone for me

I heard your bugle playing

The sweetest music to my ears

I’m not afraid of saying

I’m close to tears

We’ll run away

And I’ll always believe

Until my dying day

My dying day