Die In The Summertime — Manic Street Preachers

Scratch my legwith 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