Saturday, August 25, 2007

Melancholy, My Friend

I see the people walking.
The happy faces they have.
They say I should laugh,
but what is so funny, may I ask?

Sometimes melancholy is good.
Sometimes tears can wipe away the pain.
It´s best with a friend like you.
Sometimes it's best not to look.
Sometimes it´s nice to lay insane.
It´s best with a friend like you.

I hear the children playing.
The innocence they possess.
They ask why am I waiting
but it´s something they'll never get.

Sometimes melancholy is good.
Sometimes tears can wipe away the pain.
It´s best with a friend like you.
Sometimes it's best not to look.
Sometimes it´s nice to lay insane.
It´s best with a friend like you.

Oh, oh
and I grow tired
of the flames and the fires.
You want me to reach higher,
but falling is my desire.

Sometimes happiness is good.
Sometimes joy can wipe away the pain.
It's best not to be with you.
Sometimes it's best not to get hooked.
Sometimes it´s nice to get away
and leave a friend like you.