โหลดเพลง mp3 Die in the Summertime - Manic Street Preachers

Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out
I can seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without running lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime

The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulsev
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime.