Melancholia
Pete Townshend
My coffee's cold
My paper's old
My heart is sold
To melancholia
My clothes are torn
My shoes are worn
My heart is born
To melancholia
A strange surprise
What I despise
In other guys
Is here in me
They lose their girl
They lose their world
And then they cry
For all to see
I've never felt so bad
The fires drive me mad
The sheets are gray
Left 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
I've never felt so bad
The fires drive me mad
The sheets are gray
Left since the day
She went away
I lost all power
The dog is sick
The dust is thick
The kids have picked
Most of the flowers