Malincostalgy

IN THE RAIN SHE COMES,
THROUGH THE WIND SHE'S CRYING,
SHE'S WANDERING WITHOUT THE COAT
THINKING ABOUT LIFE,
NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT HER PAST
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS,
WHY SHE LOVE'S THE NIGHT SO MUCH
WHEN EVERYTHING IS DARK,
SMOOTH SIMPHONY-IN HER EARS SOUND SWEET
THE VOICE OF MALANCHOLY-SAUDADE OF WHAT SHE LOST
SEDNES FOR WHAT MAY NOT COME-THE WHOLE LIFETIME SEEMS
DROPPING DOWN-DROPPING DOWN-LIKE A TEAR DROP FROM THE SKY

LET HER GO-LET HER GO,
TOMORROW SHE WILL COME BACK HOME,
LET HER GO-LEAVE HER ALONE
TOMORROW SHE WILL COM BACK HOME,
LET HER GO-LET HER GO,
TOMORROW SHE WILL COME BACK HOME,
LET HER GO-LEAVE HER ALONE
TOMORROW SHE WILL COM BACK HOME,

THROUGH THE NIGHT HER TOUGHTS RUN WILD
NO DIRECTION HOME,
JUST GO AND GO AHEAD-UNTILTHE BRACK OF DAWN,
SEDNES FOR WHAT MAY NOT COME-THE WHOLE LIFETIME SEEMS,
FALLING DOWN-FALLING DOWN-LIKE A TEAR DROP FROM THE SKY