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