Cathedral

Mother, father

I'm sorry to say my disposition lives another day

You're not gonna be happy

Are any of us happy?

Mother, father

I'm sorry to say my disposition lives another day

You're not gonna be happy

Are any of us happy?

Maybe I'm living with eyes closed shut

Maybe I'm giving, maybe not enough

Maybe that's the beauty, maybe that's the pain

Maybe living's easy, maybe dying's the same

They say you call it punch-drunk love, call it power to abusers

He spits his propane and my refusal is a fueller

He's singing from a hymn sheet, I'm singing for the others

They say I've gone cold while I'm sat drowning in the gutter

Mother, father

Holy Spirit and Ghost, I pray

When am I gonna be happy?

Is anybody happy?

Mother, father

Holy Spirit and Ghost, I pray

When am I gonna be happy?

Is anybody happy? Can anybody be happy?

They say you call it punch-drunk love, call it power to abusers

He spits his propane and my refusal is a fueller

He's singing from a hymn sheet, I'm singing for the others

They say I've gone cold while I'm sat drowning in the gutter

They say I've gone cold while I'm sat drowning in the gutter

They say I've gone cold while I'm sat drowning in the gutter

They say I've gone cold while I'm sat drowning in the gutter

They say I've gone cold while I'm sat drowning in the gutter