In this English melancholynI am lonelynI am friendlynI am waiting to go wanderingnFrom your bedside to the seasidenOver hillsides to be by your sidennI'm walking alone with the kings and the queensnOf my aching illusions againnFor the lonely, the friendlynThe flipped-out, and all those othersnnIn this chamber of horrorsnthat was once packed with on-lookersnSo majestic and artisticnBuilt on tunnels in my atticnnI go walking around with the kings and the queensnOf the beautiful laughing ha-hanAnd the lion's mane took my namenBut I won't come back here againnnIn this English melancholynI am lonelynI am fuzzynIn the clean airnfraught with despairnFrom the hillside to the outsidenTo the lakeside to your bedsidennWhat would you do nIf I did it to you?nnWe won't sleep againnWe won't sink againnWe won't sleep againnWe won't sleep againnnWe'll stare soft and sad at friendsnAnd we won't sleep again