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