S.A.D

It’s getting clinical now
Something about this time of year
Has it poisoned the well?
I’m drawing up duds and can’t taste reason
I could I talk it all out
Break a barrier down
Diffuse the doubt
It’s getting clinical now
It’s getting clinical now

Wake up
Crawl on
I’m gutted of reasons
To do myself no harm
The Sun is gone
And I fear it has taken
My remaining strength to hold on
Can you imagine?
Oh, can you imagine?
All of your force and feeling gone?

The S.A. d is killing me
The S.A. d, the S.A. d is killing me
All the life and all the vigour and the meaning gone
Every single thing that I used to hold dearly lost
The S.A. d is killing me

This hole in my brain
It feels so familiar
Think I’ve been through all of this pain
Oh these are the downs
Of this I am certain
Let me recede and concede this now
Can you imagine?
Oh, can you imagine?
All of your force and feeling gone?
Can you imagine?
Oh can you imagine?
Demeaning the good
Do I care anymore?

The S.A. d is killing me
The S.A. d, the S.A. d is killing me
All the life and all the vigour and the meaning gone
Every single thing that I used to hold dearly lost
The S.A. d is killing me

Open to envy
Compressed by comparison
When you’re down you’re down
Do I care anymore?
Demeaning the good
Lost in the future

The S.A. d is killing me
The S.A. d, the S.A. d is killing me
All the life and all the vigour and the meaning gone
Every single thing that I used to hold dearly lost
The S.A. d is killing me
(I feel nothing)
(Oh I feel nothing)