Tytuł: Die In The Summertime

• Wykonawca: Manic Street Preachers
• Wyświetleń: 161

Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
  Colour my hair but the dye grows out
  I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
  
  Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
  See myself without ruining lines
  Whole days throwing sticks into streams
  
  I have crawled so far sideways
  I recognise dim traces of creation
  I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
  
  The hole in my life even stains the soil
  My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
  A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
  If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
  
  I have crawled so far sideways
  I recognise dim traces of creation
  I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
  
  I have crawled so far sideways
  I recognise dim traces of creation
  I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die