Melancholy Girl
Marty Willson-Piper
Pensive you
Alone in a crowd
Wipe out the distance
Thinking out loud
Can't hear a thing
The beauty of a portrait
And you alive
Melancholy girl
Melancholy girl, melancholy
Melancholy girl
Distant you
So near to me
Language and French film
Your simplicity
Your giant eyes
Like massive rooms
I'm infatuated
Melancholy girl
The art of listening
Tranquility
Vanishing poets
Will appear for me
Poets, crying buildings
Poets, movies and you