You're seething with smoke between your teeth
It wraps your head inside the ghost
Of a burned-out Christmas wreath
And you're trying to keep still within that frame
You swallow your desires like swords
From a sheath of cellophane
It's a desert mirage that you follow
It will disappear and relocate the moment you approach
And in the distance changes color and form
What was here a single cigarette
Now it's a life that isn't yours
Now it's a life that isn't yours
So would you hold my head?
So would you hold my head?
I'm happy to hear you've found true love's embrace
But when the lights are low enough
You can see the others' faces
And you realize you've danced these steps before
A miracle is what you want
A miracle is what you're waiting for
You're waiting for, waiting for, waiting for
But until then, we'll be patient and say
"We can't always be happy"
"We can't always be happy"
Can we?
"We can't always be happy"
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