Happy Life

Sometimes I picture this happy life

Burning in the depth of time

Where sadness is a myth to me

Is that something you can give to me?

I picture this silent room

Humming with that silent tune

That my body sings when I get close to you

So hear me now, it might be ending soon

I picture that morning kiss

The death of pain and loneliness

You give me strength when you hold my hand

I'm that headless heart, that broken man

And as I'm walking around the void

And I hear that easy voice

That tells you when there's nothing left for you

My darling I could die right next to you

Singing la, da, da, da, da, na, na

La, na, na, na, na, na, na

La, da, da, da

And I can do what you ask

Before you ask it, let me have it

Give me nothing, but let me know you

And I will be there, just let me show you

Give me heartache if that means a reason

That I would continue; Please, I need them

Because you mattered, when nothing mattered

If I need something let me have her

I can be there, I can be there

All my secrets, come and see them

And I can help you as you hear me

I can feel you, baby please be near me

Come and find me in the shadows

Light a candle or just hold my hand because

You mattered when nothing mattered

If I need something, let me have her

Holy dancer, come and find me

In the darkness where I've been hiding

Oh you are my answer

My one and only

Holy woman, Oh my holy dancer

Give me that hometown by the train tracks

Only dancing with my silent face, I know

I had that, how I once had that

Now that I'm broken, Baby can't I go back?

Be my refuge beneath the covers

You are my best friend, as you're my lover

Oh, I just found it, I think I found it

'Cause your beauty blinds me and I'm surrounded

La, da, da, da, da, na, na

La, na, na, na, na, na, na

La, da, da, da

Now you can picture this broken boy

With dreams of things he can't enjoy

Speaking words he won't fulfill

And promising that it can happen but

With all the years

I have on my name

Living in a Grecian cave

Where nothing of a concrete world

Allows me now to love a girl

So is it better if I just bow my head?

My dreams are getting overfed

My fantasies are gaining speed

In the politics of make-believe

See ours is a distant shore

I am sailing there, but through a storm

A falling soul, moving slow and sweet

I'll meet you there, eventually

Or maybe it's fine

You see a lot of people die

And never find this, so