The Happy Song

by Justine Eltakchi, Phillip Eltakchi

Genre: Singer-Songwriter

Lyrics

Snowflakes fall on my skin,
but I think of it as sunscreen as I bake.
And if this goes to bits next year,
my hands will still be clean,
‘cause I have this clear conscience.

I say hello to the old man as he passes,
I help the lady with her shopping baskets,
and if you think you’re better than them,
you better check with the weather man,
the sun doesn’t rise and fall on your command.

I can’t see through my happiness
and I can’t see the hopelessness,
I can’t see through my happiness
and I don’t really want to
do do do do do do.

The sun’s shining through my window,
I never see the stormy wind blow,
the blue sky’s smiling at me,
while the night sky’s telling me secrets.
I’m whistling down the hallway,
there’s a skip in my step,
how can I swell on what was,
when all I see is the best?

I say hello to the old man as he passes,
I help the lady with her shopping baskets,
and if you think you’re better than them,
you better check with the weather man,
the sun doesn’t rise and fall on your command.

I can’t see through my happiness
and I can’t see the hopelessness,
I can’t see through my happiness
and I don’t really want to
I can’t see through my happiness
and I can’t see the hopelessness,
I can’t see through my happiness
and I don’t really want to
do do do do do do.