Melancholy-Roe-Deer

Melancholy - Roe-Deer 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