Song about happiness

[eapc08397]

Happiness is a Warm Gun


Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

She’s not a girl who misses much
She’s not a girl who misses much

Mother superior jump the gun
Mother superior jump the gun
Mother superior jump the gun
Mother superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

She’s well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes wide open
And the hands busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the national trust

Hey, I need a fix ’cause I’m going down

Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

I need a fix cause I’m going down
I need a fix cause I’m going down
I need a fix cause I’m going down
To the bits that I left uptown

I need a fix cause I’m going down, uptown
Need a fix cause I’m going down, uptown

Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
[repeat until end]


U2

[Rui Mendes]

When nothing remains
I begin to think:
At least I still have a song to sing for you.
About happiness and good fortune,
About different paths to take,
Like trains sliding along the metal tracks,
To the distant North Pole stations,
Where only freedom lives alone unfettered.
Whenever I feel a miracle in the distance, so very far away,
All I want is to be even closer to you.

Nothing,
When nothing remains,
I wish to sing for you,
A song about happiness,
That comes,
Comes so unexpectedly,
And takes us by the hand,
A song about the happiness to come.

When nothing remains,
I begin to think:
I still have the wind racing through the sky,
And the setting sun,
And the distant roads to travel,
Over seven mountains and nine seas,
To the southern paradise of the migrating birds,
Where everything's like a dream, except you're not there.
Whenever I feel a miracle in the distance, so very far away,
All I want is to be even closer to you.

Nothing,
When nothing remains,
I wish to sing for you,
A song about happiness,
That comes,
Comes so unexpectedly,
And takes us by the hand,
A song about the happiness to come.

Nothing,
When nothing remains,
I wish to sing for you,
A song about happiness,
That comes,
Comes so unexpectedly,
And takes us by the hand,
A song about the happiness to come.
When nothing remains,
I wish to sing for you,
A song about happiness,
That comes,
Comes so unexpectedly,
And takes us by the hand,
A song that will be,
A song about the happiness that will be!