Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals Colour my hair but the dye grows out I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without ruining 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, I wanna die
The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse 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 wanna die
I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
Compositores: James Dean Bradfield (James Bradfield) (PRS), Nicholas Allen Jones (Nick Wire) (PRS), Richard James Edwards (PRS), Sean Anthony Moore (Sean Moore) (PRS)Editores: BMG Rights Management (PRS), Sm Publishing Uk Limited (PRS)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #38698644 em 13/Abr/2024