By Frank Peter Hermsen
Good bye Mr. Happiness
I hope to see you again
Mr. Happiness
Iīve got to swim through the rain
To come home again
To the place where I was born
To return again
Into the eye of the storm
The eye of the storm
Because I see the sadness of the night
Canīt see this world by candlelight
Pictures in my eyes
My mindīs filled up with lies
Oh no, I donīt like this town
And Iīd wish to burn it down
Whatever I do I know it still
I would be dead if thougts could kill
Hello Mr. Lonlyness
Itīs nice to see you again
Mr. Lonelyness
Iīve come straight through the rain
To be here with you
Deep in the eye of the storm
To be here with you
The place where I was born
The place where I was born
My hopefull mind is buried deep
My suicide is only a sleep
A sleep
Đ FPH 92