Summer's Gone

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 mould Before you get too old You try to break the mould 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 mould Before you get too old You try to break the mould 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 a stone And sing for your lover who's waiting at home If you sing when you're high and you're dry as a bone Then you must realise that you're never alone And you'll sing with the dead instead Said you'll sing with the dead instead You try and break the mould Before you get too old You try and break the mould Before you die Sing for your lover like blood from a stone And sing for your lover who's waiting at home If you sing when you're high and you're dry as a bone Then you must realise that you're never alone And you'll sing with the dead instead Said you'll sing with the dead instead Instead