Melancholia Songtext
von Blueboy

Look to the left at the pain at the sorrow
Tess is a girl who can′t wait for tomorrow
She breaks down
Drinks vodka in mum's dressing gown
Bright as a bee as a kite as a four-earned stem Gold and green fifty-three cents I can′t paint pictures of you
For I have no oils that deep blue
Slowly and tenderly
Kiss out from my soul melancholia


Talk on a greyhound bound for Miami
Pills green and white fifteen years what a memory
Far from his home
On the streets of New York find a phone
Cry in the night on a bed on a futon
Shove all your love on a guy you just met
Oh, he danced divine
Now he's drinking your house dry white wine