It will never be the same
As if it was all a game
I perceive the end crawling up
To you and me and me and you
Stood still under the rain
Sunday was praising for harmless pain
Melancholia will always be the end
Of you and me and you
How strange to be 21
How strange to be anyone
What's worth in being a man
When summer's almost gone
How strange to be twenty-one
How strange to be anyone
I'll never be a little boy ever again
Lost in a shade of grey
They sold my house yesterday
There will never be another way
For me to cry on Christmas Day
Catch me before I drown
Watch me go down the drain
Melancholia will always be the end
Of they and I and they
So how strange to be 21
How strange to be anyone
What's worth in being a man
When summer's almost gone
So how strange to be 21
How strange
'Cause I'll never be a little boy ever again
