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
[Bridge]
Singing la da da da da da da
(La na na na na na na)
(La da da da)
[Verse 2]
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 hear 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
Only dancing with my silent face, I know
I had that, 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
[Bridge]
Singing la da da da da da da
(La na na na na na na)
(La da da da)
[Verse 3]
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 overfed
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 falling soul, falling slow and sweet
I'll meet you there, eventually
[Instrumental]
Or maybe it's fine
You see a lot of people die
And never find this, so
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