歌词
There's a painter who stares at miles of white
All around
Each colour he's dreamed is lost in thought
And can't be found, can't be found
Takes a walk through his head to ask his friends
If they'd come out
Come out from your shell, come chat with me
And walk around, walk around
This is all ours to fuck with
This is all ours to taunt with
This is our home, our stomping ground
What's happiness?
What's happiness?
What's happiness?
Wake up from your sleep, they're only dreams
Not solid ground
You'd keep your eyes closed if you had known
What I've found, I've found
Can you blame me for not wanting
Both feet on the ground?
While you follow routine and waste your days
I'm in the clouds, raining down
This is all ours to fuck with
This is all ours to taunt with
This is our home, our stomping ground
What's happiness?
What's happiness?
