Garbage - Happy Home

[Litha]

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