Lyrics

Disdain in a humbug brain
Refrains from the blinding light
Pensive ways, melancholic prays -
Days huddle into night

Evade the elation of anodyne nations
And everything you try to fight
You gotta edit the morning papers
Chances its wrong if it's from the right

I'm breaking open eggs of fresh frustration
Trying to read the cracks in my cup
'Cause the only way these days make sense
Is if i land cloudy side up

So raise your half empty glasses
To the world worn, weathered ones
As this born melancholic
Shuffles on

So tired, these coal bag eyes
Trying to just keep in line
Cross wired, permanent disguise
To hide your inner Frankenstein

From major to minor
Is anything finer
Than basking under grey skies ?
I feel a warm glow of sadness
Precious memories when someone dies

'Cause no one ever learned from sweet victory The lessons dwell in heavy defeat
It's just as well that i specialise
In making hasty retreats

So raise your half empty glasses
To the hopelessly forlorn
As another brother
Melancholic's born