Brett Anderson Love Is Dead
Nothing ever goes right
Nothing really flows in my life
No one really cares if no one ever shares my care
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
