| SUMMERS 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, Sing for your lover whos 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. You try to break the mould, Before you get too old, You try to break the mould, Before you die. Sing for your lover like blood from a stone, Sing for your lover whos 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. |