My cup is cold, my paper's old
My heart is sold to melancholia
My clothes are torn, my shoes are worn
My heart is borne to melancholia

A strange surprise, what I despised
In other guys is her, is me
They lose their girl, they lose their world
Then they cry for all to see

I've never felt so bad
The virus drives me mad

The sheets are gray that fits the day
She went away, I lost all power
The dust is thick, the dog is sick
The kids have picked most all the flowers

The sun is shining but not for me
The sun is shining but not for me

I've never felt so bad
The virus drives me mad

The sheets are gray that fits the day
She went away, I lost all power
The dog is sick, the dust is thick
The kids have picked most all the flowers

Copyright: Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): PETER TOWNSHEND