| Got a brand new roof above my head
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| All the empty boxes thrown away
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| I rearranged the place
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| A hundred times today
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| But the ordering of objects
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| Couldn’t hide what’s missing
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| All these things should make me happy
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| Make me happy to be home again
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| All these things should make me happy
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| Make me happy to be alone again
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| Got myself a bottle of red wine
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| Got a night of nothing else to do
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| I think I might know
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| What I really want
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| But is a brighter discontent
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| The best that I could hope to find?
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| Got a big black television set
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| Now I can watch just what I want
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| But I’m here staring up At pictures on the wall
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| And where are you,
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| You’re still stuck inside them all
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| All these things should make me happy
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| Make me happy to be home again
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| All these things should make me happy
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| Make me happy to be alone again
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| But love is not these belongings
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| That surround me Though there’s meaning
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| In the memories they hold
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| A breaking heart in an empty apartment
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| Was the loudest sound I never heard
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| Got a desk I’ll write myself a note
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| Pretending that it came from you
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| On hotel stationary
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| From the time we first met
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| Whatever I can do cause
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| I won’t throw my hands up yet
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| All these things should make me happy
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| Make me happy to be home again
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| All these things should make me happy
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| Make me happy to be alone again
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| But love is not these belongings
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| That surround you
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| Though there’s meaning
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| In the memories they hold
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| A breaking heart in an empty apartment
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| Was the loudest sound I never heard
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| Well I’ll be find if I dont look around me now
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| Too much for what’s gone
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| If only I can wait here just a little while
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| And let time pass in my room |