Happy Home

in my happy home I barely breathe
in my lovers arms
I find reliefand
there’s a sky that‘s changing
and a bird that sings
I never once in my wayward life
was heading to run out

in my lovers arms
I wait for morning
I beg my god to speak and tear me apart
I’d lay down my body
I’d lay down my arms
I never once in my sweet short life
meant anybody harm

in my happy home
I read the signs
in my lovers arms
I move in time
there’s no more crying
and there’s no more lies
I never once in my sweet short life
was waiting for desire

and there’s no more crying
and there’s no more pain
I never thought for one second
I’d have nothing left but shame

in my happy home
I barely breathe
I never once in my wayward life
was heading to run out

-Garbage