Из альбома: Lipstick Traces: A Secret History of Manic Street Preachers
A framed adolescence steeped in the history of you
Stopping the summer once for you
Experience is lost on me I am melancholia eternally
But I still smile so stupidly
For the first time ever I don't understand my television
Just like a moment in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in sepia film
I'm bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
Keep it all in
I've spoken so much rubbish done in no time at all
Feelings are so fatal in the fall
No you never kissed me never felt anything for me
Sepia the stain that I remember
And these unwritten diaries that can never breathe, never breathe
Just like a moment in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in sepia film
I'm bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
Keep it all in
Just like a moment in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in sepia film
I'm bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
Keep it all in