Besedila: Garbage. Happy Home.

In my happy home i barely breathe
in my lovers arms i find relief
and there?s a sky that?s changing and a bird that sings
i never once in my wayward life was heading to run out

in my lovers arms i wait for morning
i beg my god to speak and tear me apart
i?d lay down my body i?d lay down my arms
i never once in my sweet short life meant anybody harm

in my happy home i read the signs
in my lovers arms i move in time
there?s no more crying and there?s no more lies
i never once in my sweet short life was waiting for desire

and there?s no more crying
and there?s no more pain
i never thought for one second i?d have nothing left but shame

in my happy home i barely breathe
i never once in my wayward life was heading to run out