Melancholy

I'm sitting at the yard,
gaze at the trees.
Searching for someone to love.
I'm going home,
feel the coldness here,
like someone is ruing my day from above.

And inside me there's nothing more than just a desire to go home.

Deep in melancholy,
I'm melancholic.
And nothing makes sense,
nothing have logic.
Melancholy, melancholy,
unexplained sense.
I just want to see your face.

I'm going through the empty roads,
sitting on a bench.
Staring at the empty walls.
And I'm getting inside,
going to a ride,
in a land of pain and pearls.

And inside me there's nothing more than just a desire to go home.

Deep in melancholy,
I'm melancholic.
And nothing makes sense,
nothing have logic.
Melancholy, melancholy,
unexplained sense.
I just want to see your face.

And inside me there's nothing more than just a desire to go home.

Deep in melancholy,
I'm melancholic.
And nothing makes sense,
nothing have logic.
Melancholy, melancholy,
unexplained sense.
I just want to see your face.