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.

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.

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.