(Your pain)
Hopefully that, hopefully that song
Isn't talking about love and all these good things
That are made of sugar and honey
(Yes I want to make you)
Hopefully that, hopefully that song
Isn't talking about love and all these good things
That are made of sugar and honey
(Sugar and honey)
I prefer to talk about rain and pain
That dig dry hearts and give them new shapes, new shapes oh oh oh
Hopefully that, hopefully that, that song will be sad
Will be down, will be dirty
Anything but smooth or bland
(Or bland)
(Or bland)
I'm dying in the ordinary
Ah you know I trust in every little grieves
Like the wind they make you into projecting reefs
I don't want to live in peace
What can I do if I love what is twisted, irregular
Curved, rounded and strange
Hopefully my, hopefully my life won't be calm
And I'll keep my fears out of the line
I won't pray, I accept to be scared
But I want my laughs as strong as my cries
Oh hopefully
Well I don't give a fuck I'll just be mad
I'll just go crazy on this microphone and make you sad
I wanna see those tears run from your eyes I pray
That one day you understand that happiness is at stake
It's a sin man
I won't pray, I accept to be scared
But I want my laughs as strong as my cries
Oh hopefully
Yes hopefully my life won't be calm
Yes hopefully my life
(Suffer)
(I'll make you cry)
(And be sad)