In this English melancholy I am lonely I am friendly I am waiting to go wandering From your bedside to the seaside Over hillsides to be by your side Im walking alone with the kings and the queens Of my aching illusions again For the lonely, the friendly The flippedout, and all those others In this chamber of horrors That was once packed with onlookers So majestic and artistic Built on tunnels in my attic I go walking around with the kings and the queens Of the beautiful laughing haha And the lions mane took my name But I wont come back here again In this English melancholy I am lonely I am fuzzy In the clean air Fraught with despair From the hillside to the outside To the lakeside to your bedside What would you do If I did it to you? We wont sleep again We wont sink again We wont sleep again We wont sleep again Well stare soft and sad at friends And we wont sleep again
bedside, hillside, melancholy, sleep, english