We're the fever, we're the balm
We're the limerick and the psalm
We're the yeast and the rising bread
We're the quick, who'll soon be dead
Hello melancholy, hello joy
We're the praise, we're the fault
The proclamation and the vault
We're the chapter, verse, and book
In way deep, sinker, line, and hook
Hello melancholy, hello joy
Joy
Joy
Joy
We're the silk, my love, we're the grit
We come up roses, we're the shit
We're the particle and the wave
We just don't know how to behave
Come now, melancholy, come now, joy
Joy
Joy
Joy
We like it slow, but we're short of time
We've got no reason but plenty of rhyme
We're the gossip here and there
A total cliché, darling, but I don't care
My dear melancholy, my dear joy
Joy
Joy
Joy
Joy
Joy
Joy
Joy
