Roland Faunte - Happy Life (Official Audio)

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 La-da-na, la-da-da-da 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 I need them 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 La-da-da-da-na La-da- 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 Grecan 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 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