Letras
Summer's almost over, the clouds are drawing in
It's raining in my bedroom again
I woke up with the shivers, now I'm not sure what to do
This ain't your usual comedown, baby, it's the blues
The campervan has broken down
The gearshift's fucked, and the clutch has burnt out
I'm feeling sad and lonesome for no reason at all
I got the post-festival festival blues
I think I've got a nosebleed, I keep thinking I'm gonna die
I really wanna leave my bedroom, but I'm scared to even try
The summer was a big one, it left me in a mess
I was dabbling with everything and drinking to excess
They tell me what comes up, comes down
D'you really think that that is gonna help me now?
I'm feeling sad and lonesome for no reason at all
I got the post-festival festival blues
I sit alone and wonder when my baby's coming back
She's been working hard this morning, no, since seven o'clock
So I doubt that she'll have too much sympathy for me
But she might give me a cuddle, she might make a cup of tea
She might tell me to stop feeling sorry for meself
Just write your stupid song and let the drugs wear off
I'm feeling sad and lonesome for no reason at all
I got the post-festival festival blues
