Felicity

Sweet sound of a rare bird

With combination skin

Walk away from the car wreck

Two bruises on her bare arms

Sucking on the medicine

Sweet pain of a cold glass

On the table that you set for me

Counting down to the car crash

Three secrets on a mattress

It's the turn of the century

Turn of the century

And everything will feel better when we get it out

That's called felicity, felicity, yeah

And everything will feel better when we get it out

That's called felicity, felicity, yeah

Sweet sight of an old friend

With abalone eyes

He says, "You gotta be conscious

Stop acting like you've lost it"

Both punishment and prize

Both punishment and prize

And everything will feel better when we get it out

That's called felicity, felicity, yeah

And everything will feel better when we get it out

That's called felicity, felicity, yeah

Spit it in the palm of my hand

That's an anger I can understand

Say what you've been meaning, get it off your jaw

Punch me in the viscera, I can take it

Spit it in the palm of my hand, yeah

That's an anger I can understand

Say what you've been meaning, get it off your jaw

Punch me in the viscera, I can take it

And everything will feel better when we get it out

That's called felicity

And everything will feel better when we get it out

That's called felicity, felicity, yeah