[Monsieur Melancholy]

No signal on the radio today
Cruising through static like sifting through smog
No message on the airwaves today
Snoozing in my attic, dreaming, sawing a log
Today is not a day to be awake
The sun serves no purpose for me
Might as well be an earthquake
The one thing that may surface me
I'll be unconscious till my loneliness subsides
I'll be in my corner while they're switching sides
I'll snuff out my flame until your lights have been dimmed
Until then my garden can go a day without a trim