Speaking Of Happiness Testo

Light a fag, take a drag, hold the smoke in, then blow it out. CD player's on random. A familiar double bass starts up. Speaking of happiness You never thought of mine Mentioning loneliness I feel lonely all the time You loved this one. Used to sing it all the time. There was that time you sang it seven times in a row. I threw a cushion at you in exasperation. You caught it, laughing. Wish I could hear that bloody laugh again. Ever since you went away After swearing we would never part There was nothing I could say Who could talk with a broken heart You bloody swore we'd be together always. But they always sodding well leave me. Always. Speaking of happiness Why did it have to leave Speaking of faithlessness Why couldn't you just believe The surface of the wall's cool underneath my fingers. You said you liked how my skin was cool to the touch. Balm to the soul. Bollocks. You were just as fiery as you ever were. No matter how much I touched you. I love you so very much How could anything really go wrong With the magic of your touch And your love to keep me strong My mind's full of images of you. Dancing in moonlight. Lit by candlelight and street lights. Any light made you beautiful. But you could see by your smiles; those things used to light up the whole bloody room. Speaking of happiness Where did it ever go Did it leave with your caress And the tenderness I used to know Your touch drove me crazy. Left burn marks across my skin; fire to my ice. It was like that even after you got turned by my ponce of a sire and your skin cooled down. He was stupid enough to leave you once, and you knew I'd never do that. But you left me all the same, for all your promises. Or is it right before my eyes Like a blessing in the skies Speaking of happiness Why don't we try it one more time Thought we'd have forever. Wasn't nearly long enough for me. And your sunshine's not in my life anymore. Speaking of happiness Why don't we try it one more time I sink down onto the floor, bury my head in my hands. Speaking of happiness Christ, Buffy. Why'd you have to die? CD player slows to a halt.