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
