I Won’t Ever Be Happy Again

Well morning came and it dressed the sky in a lovely, yellow gown.
Now the shops they are all opening in that narrow hallway of downtown.
Filled with people who are shopping for their lovers and their friends
So they won't ever be lonely again

Well a forest fenced becomes backyards where songs are born from sound
And an apple fell and it taught us all we are chained here to the ground
So, I mean, here we go, but there ain't no escape. These streets are just dead ends
So I won't ever be happy again

Now it seems that you too see a painful blue
when you stare into the sky
You could never understand the motion of a hand waving goodbye

But as the story goes, or it is often told, a new day will arise
and all the dance halls will be full
of skeletons that are coming back to life
And on a grassy hill the Lion will lay down with the Lamb and I won't ever be lonely again

But until that time I think I had better find some disbelief to suspend, because I don't want to feel like this again