Sepia

Manic Street Preachers · Lipstick Traces [2003]

A framed adolescence

Steeped in the history of you

Stopped in the summer once for you



Experience is lost on me

I am melancholia eternally

But I still smile so stupidly



For the first time ever

I don't understand my television



And just like the moment

In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film

But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in

I keep it all in



I've spoken so much rubbish

Done it in no time at all

Feelings are so fatal in the fall



No you never kissed me

Never felt anything for me

Sepia that stain that I remembered



In these unwritten diaries

That can never breathe, never breathe



And just like the moment

In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film

But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in

I keep it all in



And just like the moment

In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film

But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in

I keep it all in