Music's Gone - Stacey Q

Never should’ve loved

A boy like you

Never should’ve let you through

The temperature rising

On the telephone

I’m in the danger zone

Your criminal type is

Surgical eyes

Revealing the infection

Like a foreign spy

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Oh can you hear me

It’s the coldest place

In an empty room

Like the arctic nights

On Neptune

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Oh can you hear me

It’s the coldest place

In an empty room

Like the arctic nights

On Neptune

Your body was a weapon

That you aimed at me

You shot me down

Like a mercenary

Rescue me

Never should’ve loved a boy like you

Never should’ve let you through

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone

Can’t go on

Music’s gone