Happiness Is An Option
(Tennant/Lowe/Clinton)
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It is not easy
It is not easy
Looking from a window
at the back of a house
at the edge of a town
It's grey
like the day
when I lost it
Clouds overhead
I talked to a flower
that was almost dead
My body a prison
why did I do it?
Someone told me not to
but still went through it
It is not easy
but don't give up now
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
Needed somewhere to clear
my head
find some strength
a warmer bed
Maximum love in a
minimal world
I'd never achieved it
but then I believed it
so when I lost it - how?
I'm not sure now -
it was a strange feeling
like a paw repealing itself
It is not easy
But don't give up now
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
It is not easy
But don't give up now
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
I can wake up in the morning
and not believe what I see
Look in the mirror
And think if that's really me
I don't think I suit my face
It's not a catastrophe
it's more a philosophy
like the Russians
wondering why
we're born under a blue sky
but die in a dark forest
It is not easy
but don't give up now
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
It is not easy
but don't give up now
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
This is neither old nor new
It's always, forever
Somewhere between sense
and ambition
pleasure and decision
we have to make a choice
What do we want?
Everyone singing
"War, what is it good for?"
while planning the next one?
I don't need to win
You don't have to lose
We can choose
Happiness is an option
It is not easy
but don't give up now
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
It is not easy
the war within us
but it gets easier
the more we learn
I don't need to win
You don't need to lose
We can choose
Happiness is an option
It is not easy
but don't give up now
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
I don't need to win
You don't need to lose
We can choose
Happiness is an option
We recommend: Clear Blue Plastique
(Robert Burns)
Musing on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me,
Wearying heav'n in warm devotion
For his weal where'er he be.
Hope and Fear's alternate billow
Yielding late to Nature's law,
Whisp'ring spirits round my pillow,
Talk of him that's far awa.
Ye whom sorrow never wounded,
Ye who never shed a tear,
Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded,
Gaudy day to you is dear!
Gentle night, do thou befriend me!
Downy sleep, the curtain draw!
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's f