A lamp's not shedding the light
And calendars are lying
And if there is still anything you have for me to say
Then don't be shy
And every sound misleads
But silence's rather threats
When, in the mid of fun, a glass of wine falls from the hand
To smithereens
The black room job is done
The cartridge in the gun
And there's such a silence I can hear the subway car
Goes underground
And regiments in the square
The darkened line is there
And many years later on the phone, the beeps are all
That you can hear
A door will slam somewhere
The wires shive in the air
Say hey! Cause happiness has come to us at last
and it will stay.
Say hey! Cause happiness has come to us at last
and it will stay.