Bunt Stafford-Clark - Summer's Gone lyrics

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 mold Before you get too old You try to break the mold 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 mold Before you get too old You try to break the mold 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 the stone And sing for your lover who's waiting at home For you sing when you're high, and you're dry as a bone And you must realize that you're never alone And you'll sing with the dead, instead Said, you'll sing with the dead, instead You try to break the mold Before you get too old You try to break the mold Before you die Sing for your lover like blood from the stone And sing for your lover who's waiting at home For you sing when you're high, and you're dry as a bone And you must realize that you're never alone And you'll sing with the dead, instead Said, you'll sing with the dead, instead Instead...