I fall into, a melancholy mood
When your here to talk to me
I'm as helpless as a battleship, without a crew
I'd say no, if asked four, the sum of two and two
And should I come onto a crossroad, I would take the turn
That leads me down a narrow lane, where no street lights burn
I fall into, a melancholy mood
When you're not within the sight of me
I'm as useless as an hourgla**, without its sand
I cannot enjoy the fragrant flowers of the land
And should I step on to a train, to come back home to you
I'd forget to ask the man, to wake me when I'm due
I fall into, a melancholy mood
When you're not within the reach of me
I'm empty as a water well when, dry as a bone
I receive no consolation talking to you on the phone
I fall into such a state, the only hope for me
Is to hold you in my arms, and never set you free