Placebo - Summer’s Gone lyrics
[Placebo - Summer’s Gone lyrics]
Cue to your face so forsaken
Crushed by the way that you cry
Cue to your face so forsaken what a surprise
You try to break the mold
Before you get too old
You try to break the mold before you die
Cue to your heart that is racing
Stung by the look in your eye
Cue to your heart that is racing
What a surprise
You try to break the mold
Before you get too old
You try to break the mold before you die
Cue to your face so forsaken
Crushed by the way that you cry
Cue to your face so forsaken saying goodbye
Sing for your lover like blood from the stone
And sing for your lover who's waiting at home
For you sing when you're high
And you're dry as a bone
And you must realize that you're never alone
And you'll sing with the dead, instead
Said, you'll sing with the dead, instead
You try to break the mold
Before you get too old
You try to break the mold before you die
Sing for your lover like blood from the stone
And sing for your lover who's waiting at home
For you sing when you're high
And you're dry as a bone
And you must realize that you're never alone
And you'll sing with the dead, instead
Said, you'll sing with the dead, instead
Instead
Crushed by the way that you cry
Cue to your face so forsaken what a surprise
You try to break the mold
Before you get too old
You try to break the mold before you die
Cue to your heart that is racing
Stung by the look in your eye
Cue to your heart that is racing
What a surprise
You try to break the mold
Before you get too old
You try to break the mold before you die
Cue to your face so forsaken
Crushed by the way that you cry
Cue to your face so forsaken saying goodbye
Sing for your lover like blood from the stone
And sing for your lover who's waiting at home
For you sing when you're high
And you're dry as a bone
And you must realize that you're never alone
And you'll sing with the dead, instead
Said, you'll sing with the dead, instead
You try to break the mold
Before you get too old
You try to break the mold before you die
Sing for your lover like blood from the stone
And sing for your lover who's waiting at home
For you sing when you're high
And you're dry as a bone
And you must realize that you're never alone
And you'll sing with the dead, instead
Said, you'll sing with the dead, instead
Instead