I was on
The verge of
Calling it a day
Or rather a night
I can't stand
These new bands
For they all sound
Like someone's hunting them down
O, sweet melancholy
You always sneak up on me at the strangest of times
I've got this noise
Ringing in my ears
A memory from
My earlier years
When I stood proud
Amongst the crowd
And I still played
My music loud
O, sweet melancholy
You always sneak up on me at the strangest of times
O, sweet melancholy
You always sneak up on me at the strangest of times
O, sweet
O, sweet melancholy
You always sneak up on me at the strangest of times