Текст песни Manic Street Preachers - Melancholyme

Oh, the eyes, so guiltless and cold
Unwise, unloved and disowned
The deadness and the suffocation
The in-between makes no impression

Melancholy me
Eternal and complete
Melancholy you
Wrapped up in self-abuse

Melancholy me
Eternal and complete
Melancholy you
Wrapped up in self-abuse

I remember days so slow and still
When little happened but life was fulfilled
The thrilling beauty of nothing to do
Just left to imagine a world that we could rule

Melancholy me
Eternal and complete
Melancholy you
Wrapped up in self-abuse