Summer's gone
Cue to your face so forsakenCrushed by the way that you cryCue to your face so forsakenWhat a surprise
You try to break the mouldBefore you get too oldYou try to break the mouldBefore you die
Cue to your heart that is racingStung by the look in your eyeCue to your heart that is racingWhat a surpriseYou try to break the mouldBefore you get too oldYou try to break the mouldBefore you die
Cue your face so forsakenCrushed by the way that you cryCue your face so forsakenSay goodbye
(Spoken)Sing for your loverLike blood from a stoneSing for your loverWho's waiting at homeIf you sing when you're highAnd you're dry as a boneThen you must realiseThat you're never aloneAnd you'll sing with the dead insteadSaid "You'll sing with the dead instead"
You try and break the mould,Before you get too oldYou try and break the mould,Before you die
(Spoken)