D# My coffee's cold, my paper's old E D# My heart is sold to melancholia My clothes are torn, my shoes are worn My heart is born to melancholia A strange surprise, what I despised In other guys is here in me They lose their girl, they lose their world And then they cry for all to see Chorus: E F# C# E F# C# I've never felt so bad, the virus drives me mad The sheets are grey, left since the day She went away, I lost all power The dust is thick, the dog is sick The kids have picked most of the flowers F E The sun is shining, but not for me F E The sun is shining, but not for me Chorus The sheets are grey, left since the day She went away, I lost all power The dog is sick, the dust is thick The kids have picked most of the flowers | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C# D# E F F# |