It will never be the same As if it was all a game I perceive the end crawling up To you and me and me and you Stood still under the rain Sunday was praising for harmless pain Melancholia will always be the end Of you and me and you How strange to be 21 How strange to be anyone What's worth in being a man When summer's almost gone How strange to be twenty-one How strange to be anyone I'll never be a little boy ever again ♪ Lost in a shade of grey They sold my house yesterday There will never be another way For me to cry on Christmas Day Catch me before I drown Watch me go down the drain Melancholia will always be the end Of they and I and they So how strange to be 21 How strange to be anyone What's worth in being a man When summer's almost gone So how strange to be 21 How strange 'Cause I'll never be a little boy ever again