Happy Days - A World of Pain
A drying fish an aimless frown
indifferent words in velvet sound
a stranded love too weak to drown... a sailor
a dreaming plastic moon has died
no more to colour any night
hold back the solemn in your eyes... a moment
a sailing child on waters blind
elate the sundown you will find
and deep inside no sun will shine... for never
Letras Happy Days