Pete Townshend Melancholia
My cup is cold
My paper's old
My heart is sold
To Melancholia
My clothes are torn
My shoes are worn
My heart is borne to Melancholia
A strange surprise
What I despise
In other guys
Is here in me
They lose their girl
They lose their world
Then they cry for all to see
I've never felt so bad
The virus drives me mad
The sheets are gray
There since the day
She went away
I lost all power
The dust is thick
The dog is sick
The kids have picked most of the flowers
The sun is shining
But not for me!
The sun is shining
But not for me!
The virus drives me mad
I've never felt so bad
My cup is cold
My paper's old
My heart is sold
To Melancholia
My clothes are torn
My shoes are worn
My heart is borne to Melancholia
Melancholia!
