Melancholy Mood - Tommy Roe

MELANCHOLY MOOD

WRITERS;

TOMMY ROE

PUBLISHER;

SONY/ATV

I FALL INTO, A MELANCHOLY MOOD,

WHEN YOU’RE NOT HERE TO TALK TO ME

I’M AS HELPLESS AS A BATTLESHIP, WITHOUT A CREW,

I’D SAY NO, IF ASKED IS 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 HOUR GLASS, WITHOUT ITS SAND,

I CANNOT ENJOY THE FRAGRANT FLOWERS OF THE LAND,

AND SHOULD I STEP ONTO 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 EMTY 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