Before This Day Ends

They say that my kind of love is blind some even say I must
 have lost my mind
But if I knew I'd never kiss your lips again I'd rather die
 before this day ends
Seeds of gossip always grow till they kill the fragrant of 
the sweetest rose
But if I thought that you would let a doubt come in
I'd rather die before this day ends

[ piano ]

All of everything is nothing without you and many dreams I 
dream the way I do
Without your love before another day begins I'd rather die 
before this day ends
Seeds of gossip always grow...