Nothing ever goes right Nothing really flows in my life No one really cares if no one ever shares my bad People push by with fear in their eyes in my life
Love is dead, love is dead
The telephone rings, but no one ever thinks to speak to me The traffic speeds by, but no one's ever stopped too late Intelligent friends don't care in the end, believe me
Love is dead, love is dead
And plastic people with imaginary smiles Exchanging secrets at the back of their minds Plastic people Plastic people
Nothing ever goes right Nothing really flows in my life No one really cares if this horror's inside my head
People push by with fear in their eyes in my life
Love is dead, love is dead Love is dead, love is dead Love is dead, love is dead
And all the lies that you've given us And all the things things that you said
And all the lies that you've given us... Blow like wind in my head
Compositores: Brett Lewis Anderson (Brett Anderson), Fredrik William Ball (Fred Ball) ECAD: Obra #3703726