The Spangle Maker - Melancholia at the Discothèque lyrics

They say that today is the start of the rest of your days To do as you please with volition divinely imparted And if you wake up and move forward with an open heart You tread on paths whose end is better than where you started. And in this place of lumber, steel, light and sound I hope to find my crystalline angel for the ascension. A chance to activate these elegant yet dormant wings To provide a beautiful means of tender protection. I look around me with hope in my eyes And dance through the smoke-laden air of the night. And believe that the evening will carry me Up to loftier heights with graceful embraces. They say it's uncouth for one to drink alone For life is rich and with sweet entities plentiful And why would you engage in this enterprise And make instead every moment lively and beautiful? But I cannot help but succumb to the choice Of imbibing in such lucid and mercurial spirits That masks the cries of a broken heart And puts on a fragile smile for collective portraits. I look around me with tears in my eyes And cry in the smoke-laden air of the night. And fear that the evening will carry me To the bitter-sweet gardens of the wintry underworld. And yet the light breaks through the clouds To show the path before my feet And I am saved from falling down Into the watery depths below But then the road could lead me still To the cold demise in the end But I know that my future's laced With nothing but shimmering beauty And sweet sweet kisses. They say that anger can eat you away With such savage voracity and wither you down To the point where you are utterly consumed By the black humours forcing you to choke and drown. But should I keep fighting this melancholic tide When the land exiling me does not wish to save This tortured soul with a crestfallen heart Stuck here while everyone else is immersed in the rave? I look around me with blood in my eyes And scream at the smoke-laden air of the night. And deem that the evening will carry me Down to the raging fires where I'll be no more. So now I wait for the dawn-light To melt this cold embittered heart For I can no longer bear this Sub-zero atmosphere anymore And maybe I can see again A bright and glorious future But why is it that I can only see This future laced with nothing But heartrending joys and sardonic smiles?