Happy Days!

Half people, we’re all thinking the same thing
In time I’ll see, I’m sure I’m there
Where we started, where we start is where we’ll end
I miss my bruises and I feel like I am losing my positioning
My self-destruction in the guise of my devotion, I exist in
Have you ever wanted, have you ever wanted to know?
Oh, happy days!
The ones where I can bring myself to say:
«In time I’ll see, I’m sure I’m there»
But I let my eyes shut for a while and there’s nothing there
I miss my bruises and I feel like I am losing my positioning
My self-destruction in the guise of my devotion, I exist in
Have you ever wanted to know
Have you ever choked when you say:
«That what goes up must come down
And I suppose the other way»
I miss my bruises and I feel like I am losing my positioning
My self-destruction in the guise of my devotion, I exist in
Have you ever wanted to know
Have you ever choked when you say:
«That what goes up must come down
And I suppose the other way»
«That what goes up must come down
And I suppose the other way»