Die in the summertime de Manic Street Preachers

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