Winded is the sailor... drifting by the storm
Wounded is the organ he left all... bloodied on the shore
Gorgeous was his savior sees her... drowning in his wake
Daily taste the salt of her tears but... a chance blamed fate
Little secrets tremors... turned to quake
The smallest oceans still get... big big waves
Ransom paid the Devil... He whispers pleasing words
Triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first
Little secrets tremors... turned to quake
The smallest oceans still get... big, big waves
I'll decide...take the dive
Take my time...not my life
Wait for signs...believe in lies
To get by...it's divine...whoa
Oh, you know what it's like
Turns the bow back, tows and...drops the line
Puts his faith and love in tremor Christ
I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank til I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen
Well, o.k. I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again
Well, o.k. I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos
And everywhere in between
Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
