That’s the End of That

Happiness is a perky little quirk
It's a top shelf spirit
It's a day off work
It's a night of peace in a hectic week
When you can't string a sentence and you're dead on your feet
It alludes and it moves through a handful of moods
Just to fall through the floor with the slip of a noose
Those who try to sustain it will probably feign it
While most run away when you fail to explain it

That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle again
That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle again

It decides to divide us in all different climates
Some search for a lifetime and still never find it
It chooses to lose us and probably confuse us
Yet still we take photos like some kind of tourist

That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle again
That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle again

The pursuit is the root of each and every dispute
You can cry, piss and moan but you still can't refute
It's completely retreating and constantly fleeting
And if you are lucky you'll find it repeating

That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle again
That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle again
That's the end of that
Never gonna try and replace or erase
The mistakes of your loving embrace

(It's not fair) Everything's turning to grey
(You're nowhere) Just like you were yesterday

That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle again
That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle again and again
And again and again
That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle again
That's the end of that
Never gonna whistle
Never gonna whistle again