Melancholia - The Who

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

I’ve never felt so bad, the fires drive me mad