• The stone dead ringing in my skull
    Starts to send my warmth astray
    And brings my sleepy heart a feeling
    That it's a rather dismal day
    And makes the day so dull
    When I thought my life was full.
    I hear my hope begin its peeling
    At the birth of my dismal day.

    A buzzing starts to awaken inside me
    In a supremely similar way
    As a bird rises from its nest
    On a not so dismal day.
    Like an imperial decree,
    I somehow break free
    From the black heart that beats in my chest
    On this oh so dismal day.

    Melodic music to my ears
    On this rather dismal day
    How it's bringing what I'm singing
    As I sweep the gray away.
    It frightens off my fears
    And wipes away my tears
    With its singsong voices ringing,
    Is no more my dismal day.

    In my blithe core the intonation
    Hums and purrs, but it may
    Never ever rid the mood
    Of my very dismal day.
    And no matter the sensation
    'Twill follow one simple regulation
    To return in a manner rather rude
    Just like this dismal day.

    Once again I hear the crying
    On this devilishly dismal day
    Of my throbbing aching figure
    Here to keep the serenity at bay.
    And I feel my energy dying
    Which can only be implying
    That my passing it does prefigure
    At the close of my dismal day.