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 it 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

Say 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

Say you'll sing with the dead instead, instead