Written by Fran Lucci and Marty Martin
Guitars and Production by Richard Swift
Lyrics
She’s packing a bag
Just a few things
A bottle of Jack and her last engagement ring
Down to the station
Aboard a southbound train
She’s a tear in the eye of a hurricane
What a beautiful sadness
When the moon takes a holiday
Down in Melancholia
Away from all of the madness
Tonight she will make her way
To Melancholia
All of the landscape changes
As the train rattles in to the station
And as the doors close
She feels the strange
Hold of Melancholia
Her angels have followed her there
They hover above as she kneels in prayer
And she whispers
Can you forgive me
For I have failed
Crushed the heart of the only man who ever dared to love me
Now I’m down in this dungeon
Down with my fears
Down in the dregs
On the ground in a pool of my black tears
Tears of redemption
Tears of shame
Tears fill up buckets
Pouring out of me like a burning rain
Rain down on me
Rain flood this ache
Rein me back
From the hold of Melancholia
Rein me back in
From the hold of Melancholia”