From the recording The Elegiac Repose


Melancholy is the Devil’s Bath Best taken in the full light of the moon Once submerged you’ll never be the same Each new day a living misery Melancholy is the Devil’s Bath Try to walk in the left hand path Only then will you be set free From this life of wanton misery I don’t know where these thoughts come from A tiny crack has let so many through I can never push them all back Now I have to live with my mistake You were gone but I can’t blame you All this pain lies at my own door Even if I heard the knocking I was far too lost in the fog Nothing really could have prepared me Some pains cannot lead to relief Some things once they are broken Never can be made whole