Happy Being Lonely, Lonely Being Happy

Me, I was just a kid with some school books in his hands,
Violence visits soon, but I never saw it coming,
So you trace your world in blue and every voice is loud and long,
except the one inside of you.
And when, don’t know exactly, you’re happy being lonely, lonely being happy.
There’s a girl all dressed in white — for her, the stars, they all fall down,
She’ll fill your room with light and she’ll never make a sound,
Found your candle, lit the match, then the signal started breaking up just
before the crash.
And where, don’t know exactly, you’re happy being lonely, lonely being happy,
And when, don’t know exactly, you’re happy being lonely, lonely being happy.