Happy People - Typhoon

You’re seething with smoke between your teeth

It wraps your head inside the ghost of a burned-out Christmas wreath

And you’re trying to keep still within that frame

You swallow your desires like swords from a sheath of cellophane

It’s a desert mirage that you follow

It will disappear and relocate the moment you approach

And in the distance changes color and form

What was here a single cigarette now it’s a life that isn’t yours

So would you hold my head?

I’m happy to hear you’ve found true love’s embrace

But when the lights are low enough you can see the others' faces

And you realize you’ve danced these steps before

A miracle is what you want, a miracle is what you’re waiting for

But until then, we’ll be patient and say

We can’t always be happy