Will the sun come up before I rise? Alarm clock rings at forty-five
And the sun is shining in my eyes with pillow tucked between my thighs
Embraced in arms another hides with colored purple skies
And it's making me happy again; we will take what we are given
The lonely hearts will have their say,
And I think this will be a good day
Have I hindered my ability to break free from the bourgeoisie
Because this house was built on misery, as far as these old eyes can see
But there's something here for you and me, I'd be first to disagree
But it's making me happy again, I'll gladly wait for you old friend
The lonely hearts will have their say,
And I think this will be a good day
Because what goes up, it must go down
And one day we will burn this house down
With hearts so close to letting go, don't let it go, don't let it, no
When your life feels like a puppet show, the strings are pulled by you alone
And I know something you don't know, I'd gladly let it go
But It's making me happy again, I'll be here until the bitter end
The lonely hearts will have their say,
And I think this will be a good day
And it's making me happy again
Happy...
A man named truth comes knocking at my door
And his broken dreams are shattered on the floor
He says, "the sun don't shine the way it should be,"
Is this happiness? I know it could be
A man named truth comes knocking at my door
And his broken dreams are shattered on the floor
He says, "the sun don't shine the way it should be,"
Is this happiness? I know it could be
It could be a good day