I'm losing myself 
In the sinking feeling
You're not coming back home
There's only the sweet smell of melancholy

Suicidal thoughts consume the mind
This frigid summer is about to turn winter
Breathe sweet melancholy fever in
It's chilly inside the lighthouse tonight

No boats are allowed in this antarctic frost
If her Firefly light shine it would feel like summer
There's no green side in sight
She was the honeysuckle breeze on the back of my neck

Now there's only a thick coat of melancholy
Everything is so gray and unexciting
You was the vibrate colors in my world
I'm just the man that waits for her