Happy Song
Embracing Shadows: Unraveling the Melancholy in Romain Axisa's Happy Song
Lyrics
Who was right or wrong
Contemplating who was right or wrong in a situation.
And does it matter now that we suffer
Questioning the significance of past conflicts now that there is suffering.
I'll write a happy song
Expressing the intention to create a joyful song.
For you to sing along next summer
Creating a positive song for shared enjoyment in the upcoming summer.
I'm way out of my mind
Feeling mentally distant or overwhelmed.
Things are grey most of the time
Describing a period of emotional grayness.
It's getting harder to find a happy song
Noticing the difficulty in finding uplifting music.
Is it better now
Inquiring about the current state of affairs and emotional well-being.
And do these tears run down from cry or laughter
Wondering if tears result from sadness or joy.
I could have stayed the night
Reflecting on a missed opportunity to stay overnight and improve oneself.
And be a better man the morning after
Aspiring to be a better person the morning after staying the night.
I'd stay if you turn off the light
Expressing willingness to stay in the dark and confront lies.
And let the dark taking care of the lies
Allowing darkness to handle deception and falsehoods.
We're scared but it's easy to ride when the night is young
Facing fear but finding it easier to navigate when the night is young.
You said we've already tried
Recalling a previous attempt that seems unsuccessful.
This burning flame has already died
Acknowledging the end of a passionate flame.
It felt like a thousand knifes in my broken lungs
Describing intense emotional pain akin to a thousand knives.
And I'm way out of my mind
Feeling mentally overwhelmed and unable to think clearly.
Can't think straight most of the time
Expressing difficulty in maintaining a straight thought process.
Pretend that my body is proud and my heart is strong
Pretending to project strength externally while feeling vulnerable.
I'll wait till you open the blinds
Waiting for a metaphorical opening of blinds, possibly for clarity.
Pick up our clothes that felt on the sides
Picking up the remnants of a relationship (clothes) scattered on the sides.
One day this will be a line in a happy song
Anticipating that the current struggles will become a positive memory in a future happy song.
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