Nothing ever goes right, nothing really flows in my life   No one really cares if no one ever shares my bed   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 here yet   Intelligent friends don't care in the end, believe me      Love is dead, love is dead      And plastic people wear 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 there's horrors 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      Artist: Brett Anderson   Album: Brett Anderson   Year: 2007   Title: Love Is Dead