| Song | Die |
| Artist | Christian Walz |
| Album | Absolute Music 49 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Would you like to become what you are | |
| That ain’t such an honest set of mind | |
| Could you try to let go of your stars | |
| That would let you be one of a kind | |
| Be some one that I admire | |
| Now the good words left to... | |
| Die | |
| Let the beauty of it die | |
| Let it wither there to die | |
| Then I saw you let it die | |
| To my surprise | |
| Couldn’t you be the one | |
| The one I knew from the past | |
| Where it all began | |
| We promised that this would forever last | |
| We were best of friends and you | |
| You were all that you were that’s why | |
| We lost track of time | |
| How I miss it | |
| But there’s no good word there to find | |
| Nothing left there to admire | |
| Now the good words left to... | |
| Die | |
| Let the beauty of it die | |
| Let it wither there to die | |
| Then I saw you let it die | |
| To my surprise | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call hasn’t changed your mind | |
| You may haven’t seen yourself | |
| You haven’t been yourself | |
| But you gotta hit rewind | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call it another kind | |
| You may haven’t seen yourself | |
| You haven’t been yourself | |
| But you gotta face and find | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call hasn’t changed your mind | |
| You may haven’t seen yourself | |
| You haven’t been yourself | |
| But you gotta hit rewind | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call it another kind | |
| You may haven’t seen yourself | |
| You haven’t been yourself | |
| Ohhh | |
| Die | |
| Let the beauty of it die | |
| Let it wither there to die | |
| Then I saw you let it die | |
| To my surprise |
| Would you like to become what you are | |
| That ain' t such an honest set of mind | |
| Could you try to let go of your stars | |
| That would let you be one of a kind | |
| Be some one that I admire | |
| Now the good words left to... | |
| Die | |
| Let the beauty of it die | |
| Let it wither there to die | |
| Then I saw you let it die | |
| To my surprise | |
| Couldn' t you be the one | |
| The one I knew from the past | |
| Where it all began | |
| We promised that this would forever last | |
| We were best of friends and you | |
| You were all that you were that' s why | |
| We lost track of time | |
| How I miss it | |
| But there' s no good word there to find | |
| Nothing left there to admire | |
| Now the good words left to... | |
| Die | |
| Let the beauty of it die | |
| Let it wither there to die | |
| Then I saw you let it die | |
| To my surprise | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call hasn' t changed your mind | |
| You may haven' t seen yourself | |
| You haven' t been yourself | |
| But you gotta hit rewind | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call it another kind | |
| You may haven' t seen yourself | |
| You haven' t been yourself | |
| But you gotta face and find | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call hasn' t changed your mind | |
| You may haven' t seen yourself | |
| You haven' t been yourself | |
| But you gotta hit rewind | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call it another kind | |
| You may haven' t seen yourself | |
| You haven' t been yourself | |
| Ohhh | |
| Die | |
| Let the beauty of it die | |
| Let it wither there to die | |
| Then I saw you let it die | |
| To my surprise |
| Would you like to become what you are | |
| That ain' t such an honest set of mind | |
| Could you try to let go of your stars | |
| That would let you be one of a kind | |
| Be some one that I admire | |
| Now the good words left to... | |
| Die | |
| Let the beauty of it die | |
| Let it wither there to die | |
| Then I saw you let it die | |
| To my surprise | |
| Couldn' t you be the one | |
| The one I knew from the past | |
| Where it all began | |
| We promised that this would forever last | |
| We were best of friends and you | |
| You were all that you were that' s why | |
| We lost track of time | |
| How I miss it | |
| But there' s no good word there to find | |
| Nothing left there to admire | |
| Now the good words left to... | |
| Die | |
| Let the beauty of it die | |
| Let it wither there to die | |
| Then I saw you let it die | |
| To my surprise | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call hasn' t changed your mind | |
| You may haven' t seen yourself | |
| You haven' t been yourself | |
| But you gotta hit rewind | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call it another kind | |
| You may haven' t seen yourself | |
| You haven' t been yourself | |
| But you gotta face and find | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call hasn' t changed your mind | |
| You may haven' t seen yourself | |
| You haven' t been yourself | |
| But you gotta hit rewind | |
| You call it a lack of time | |
| Your call it another kind | |
| You may haven' t seen yourself | |
| You haven' t been yourself | |
| Ohhh | |
| Die | |
| Let the beauty of it die | |
| Let it wither there to die | |
| Then I saw you let it die | |
| To my surprise |