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