The poetry is dead
They threw it out the window
And you're sad
Because it's all you ever loved

But there's a world outside your head
When's the last time you saw sunshine
And smiled a little bit
It's been a while

And I pray to hands
Up above
To let you go
A happy soul

They say that I have got no use
But what's the use in being useful
My logic ties a noose
And my feet are slipping

But there's a world outside my head
I know that I'd love to feel sunshine
Smile a little bit
It's been a while

And I pray to hands
Up above
To let me go
A happy soul

Let us go
Happy souls