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-na-na-na
La-da-na, na-na-na-na
La-da-da, dum"

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 heal 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
Slowly 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-da-da
La-da-da, da-na-na-na
La-da-da dum

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 over-fed
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 fallen 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