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 your face so forsaken

crushed by the way that you cry

Cue your face so forsaken

Say goodbye

Sing for your lover

Like blood from a stone

Sing for your lover

Who's waiting at home

If you sing when youre high

And youre dry as a bone

Then you must realise

That you're never alone

And 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