Happiness - A Weather

Happiness is only real when you share it

Snow that thickens with the trees, and how they wear it

Clambering up from my bed in a blanket

How I find you shivering at the heathens

With a thin light leaning on

All the awning you have done

It’s a grey snow, and grey swans

It’s an orange while at dawn

It’s not the weight that brings you down, it’s how you carry it

I had to change it

I had to change it

Now the dreams can stay with you, through the morning

Covering the way she looks, at the orphan

While the girls will smoke, the lake is reflecting

All the copper leaves

Spinning like a set, of keys

The wind was jingling

And saying, «Come on girl, it’s time, to go for a ride

Girl, it’s time, to go for a ride

Girl, it’s time, to go for a ride.»

It’s a thin twig holding straw

That the blackbirds laid upon

For the length of the radio song

Before they shovel on

It’s not the weight that brings you down, it’s how you carry it

I had to change it

I had to change it

How I find your bobby-pins on my floor

How I know that morning will bring more

How I find your underwear in my dryer

And a strand of blonde hair, on my shoulder

Even when you’re gone

Even when you bend, like a swan

The wind was rustling

All the things you leave, and says

«It's time for a ride

Girl, it’s time, to go for a ride

Girl, it’s time, to go for a ride

Girl, it’s time, to go for a ride.»