I don't fade away I don't fade away, I don't fade away, unless I want to Put on your dancing shoes, dance away your blues When I'm feeling like this,
: I'm a songwriter and I know just where I stand I'm a songwriter, pen and paper in my hand Get the words on the page Please don't call me a sage, I'
embrace I'll never be free. And when my lips burn with desire No other kiss can put out the fire Though I may try and try, no one can satisfy This longing
, baby in my room When I'm really down get me off the ground Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia In the morning time when I go outside In the morning time it's like
Over the mountain, got to get you right in my sight As the beams on the cars from the overpass On the ancient highway shine like diamonds in the night Like
: The light is fading in the afternoon Won't you see me baby in my room There's something that I wanna say to you Tell me baby am I getting through Wanna
days like this When you don't need to worry there'll be days like this When no one's in a hurry there'll be days like this When you don't get betrayed
fact and fiction And the whole world has gone astray That's why there's no religion, no religion, no religion here today And there's no straight answers Of what this
: You give your hand to me and then you say hello And I can hardly speak - my heart is beating so And anyone can tell you think you know me well You
be days like this When you don't need to worry there'll be days like this When no one's in a hurry there'll be days like this When you don't get betrayed
The light is fading in the afternoon Won't you see me baby in my room There's something that I wanna say to you Tell me baby am I getting through Wanna
afternoon, baby in my room When I'm really down get me off the ground Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia In the morning time when I go outside In the morning time it's like
touch What you are asking fits with everything on my list This could be the perfect fit Tell me that it's madness to want something quite like this But
, I don't fade away I don't fade away, I don't fade away, unless I want to Put on your dancing shoes, dance away your blues When I'm feeling like this
I'm a songwriter and I know just where I stand I'm a songwriter, pen and paper in my hand Get the words on the page Please don't call me a sage, I'm