Melancholy (Attic)

I was on The verge of Calling it a day Or rather a night I can’t stand These new bands For they all sound Like someone’s hunting them down O, sweet melancholy You always sneak up on me at the strangest of times I’ve got this noise Ringing in my ears A memory from My earlier years When I stood proud Amongst the crowd And I still played My music loud O, sweet melancholy You always sneak up on me at the strangest of times O, sweet melancholy You always sneak up on me at the strangest of times O, sweet O, sweet melancholy You always sneak up on me at the strangest of times