Die in the Summertime (Demo)

Die in the Summertime (Demo) - Manic Street Preachers

Written by：Richey Jame

Scratch my

With a rusty nail

Sadly it heals

Colour my hair

But the dye grows out

I can't seem

To stay a fixed ideal ooh

Childhood pictures redeem

Clean and so serene

See myself without running lines

Whole days

Throwing sticks into streams oohh

I have crawled so far sideways

I recognize them traces up to the creation

I wanna die

Die in the summer time 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

I have crawled so far sideways

I recognize them traces up to the creation

I wanna die

Die in the summer time I wanna die