Placebo - Summer’s Gone (Official Audio)

Summer’s Gone is taken from the album, Without You I’m Nothing. Subscribe: ————————— 2020 marks the 20 year anniversary of Black Market Music. Revisit this album here: Follow Placebo: Instagram: Facebook: Twitter: Spotify: Apple Music: Store: ————————— This is the official YouTube channel of Placebo, on this channel you will find all of the official video content from the band including music videos, full album playlist, live show footage and more. PLACEBO was formed in London in 1994 by singer-guitarist Brian Molko and guitarist-bassist Stefan Olsdal. The band has released 7 studio albums to date, including: Placebo - 1996 Without You I’m Nothing - 1998 Black Market Music - 2000 Sleeping with Ghosts - 2003 Meds - 2006 Battle For The Sun - 2009 Loud Like Love - 2013 Placebo have released over 30 singles, including tracks Nancy Boy, Pure Morning, Every You Every Me, Taste In Men, Without You I’m Nothing ft David Bowie, Slave To The Wage, Special K, The Bitter End, Meds, For What It’s Worth, The Never-Ending Why, Too Many Friends, Loud Like Love and many more. #Placebo #WithoutYouImNothing #SummersGone ————————— Summer’s Gone lyrics: Cue to your face so forsaken Crushed by the way that you cry Cue to your face so forsaken What a surprise You try to break the mould Before you get too old You try to break the mould Before you die Cue to your heart that is racing Stung by the look in your eye Cue to your heart that is racing What a surprise You try to break the mould Before you get too old You try to break the mould Before you die Cue to your face so forsaken Crushed by the way that you cry Cue to your face so forsaken Saying goodbye Sing for your lover like blood from the stone And sing for your lover who’s waiting at home For you sing when you’re high, and you’re dry as a bone And you must realise that you’re never alone And you’ll sing with the dead, instead Said, you’ll sing with the dead, instead You try to break the mould Before you get too old You try to break the mould Before you die Sing for your lover like blood from the stone And sing for your lover who’s waiting at home For you sing when you’re high, and you’re dry as a bone And you must realise that you’re never alone And you’ll sing with the dead, instead Said, you’ll sing with the dead, instead Instead...