Melancholy strikes without a warning And you wonder where it comes from And you wonder where it's going The times when it finds you sometimes hold it deep inside them: To be released before the morning When dawn strokes without a warning The daybreak hits soft Like a featherload of bricks The microphone's turned off Or it's just barely in the mix You want to feel the feeling like you're up to see the dawn; You want to hear the first bird singing But you've been awake too long Then the turning clicks into place You lose a sense of sadness somewhere along the way You know it's coming to haunt you again someday But you can't seem to remember fear or melancholy