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 idealChildhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without ruining lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streamsI have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I want to die, die in the summertime, I want to dieThe 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 beggarI have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I want to die, die in the summertime, I want to dieI have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I want to die, die in the summertime, I want to die
Songwriters
BRADFIELD/EDWARDS/JONES/MOOREPublished by
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