Happiness from Keith Peters by Keith Peters

The world has stopped,
it's stopped dead in its tracks,
and the repairmen won't be here.
All the salesmen are up planning their attacks.
And I know they'll come knocking on my door,
and they won't leave until they see
some money and they'll keep asking for more,
and I'll give it, I'll give it all away
I'll give 'till I can't give no more
until they stop a-coming every day
Cause I know there's something they can't take:
This feeling that I can't describe,
and they'll never know it's inside.

'Cause it's almost like running through cold air every day
I run out of breath so fast, and I don't think, don't think I can last.
And it's almost like cancer that's eating through my brain
And I can't think, no I can't think of anything I want to say

The rain has stopped,
that cloud has flown away.
And the sky is ripped wide open
and the moon is sending waves along the bay.
And I know if Aquinas was here,
he'd see no beautific vision.
No love, no God, just hate and war spread by fear.
And sometimes I think, "What if I really died?"
I know the world wouldn't stop, but if
Descartes can think it so can I.
This burden that you placed on me,
I'm sorry, but I couldn't ride that train to the end of eternity.

You can never shake away this feeling inside me
It's staying here forever, I'm keeping it forever
You can never buy away this feeling inside me,
it's staying here forever, I'm keeping it forever.

• Folk
• Punk
• Rock
• cancer
• capo
• diy
• folk.rock
• guitar
• happiness
• mandolin
• philosophy
• Middlesex