It was an evening, much like many others
I was sad and gloomy, the right wing had won
The room smelled of garlic and it didn't really matter
when she asked me something and I could not answer
What makes you happy? What turns you on?
What is it with me? What have I done wrong?
If you could see yourself, right under the sun,
Then you'd understand what will make me run...
I stood up and gasped, reached for a smoke
Safe in the knowledge it wasn't a stroke
Had I been so distant, had I been so cold?
Or was it too long since I last came to blows...
What makes you happy? What turns you on?
What is it with me? What have I done wrong?
If you could see yourself, right under the sun,
Then you'd understand what will make me run...
She kept staring at me, waiting for words
She was so pretty, ready to curse
My friends were missing, my family had gone
Dad had passed away, and memories flown
What makes you happy? What turns you on?
What is it with me? What have I done wrong?
If you could see yourself, right under the sun,
Then you'd understand what will make me run...
Instruments
The statement was made, yet there was no use
Without a thorn, well there is no rose
She looks so lovely, it makes me feel weird
If the bucket's empty, it kicks up a din!
What makes me happy, what still turns me on
It's you my sweet baby, but not you alone
For that emptiness can't just be filled by one
No future without past, no places to roll

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