Happy Life - Roland Faunte

Happy Life

Roland Faunte

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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

- It's already the end -