Text: Cranberries. Bury The Hatchet. Dying In The Sun.

Do you remember
The things we used to say?
I feel so nervous
When I think of yesterday

How could I let things
Get to me so bad?
How did I let things
Get to me?

Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun
Like dying

Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun
Like dying

Will you hold on to me?
I am feeling frail
Will you hold on to me?
We will never fail

I wanted to be
So perfect you see
I wanted to be
So perfect

Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun
Like dying

Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun
Like dying