In this English melancholy I am lonely I am friendly I am waiting to go wandering From your bedside to the seaside Over hillsides to be by your side I'm walking alone with the kings and the queens Of my aching illusions again For the lonely, the friendly The flipped-out, and all those others In this chamber of horrors That was once packed with on-lookers So majestic and artistic Built on tunnels in my attic I go walking around with the kings and the queens Of the beautiful laughing ha-ha And the lion's mane took my name But I won't come back here again In this English melancholy I am lonely I am fuzzy In the clean air Fraught with despair From the hillside to the outside To the lakeside to your bedside What would you do If I did it to you? We won't sleep again We won't sink again We won't sleep again We won't sleep again We'll stare soft and sad at friends And we won't sleep again