It's all good it's alright, cut the strings to the kite
send it flying. Who's to say what this means there's some
truth in between where we're lying. Here's to happiness,

caving in on us. And the clock on the wall says it's
quarter past going too well, here we go round again. Half
way to heaven you do a 180 for hell. What goes up comes

down again, falling stumbling crawling out of love. Tell
something new thrown away in confusion. We both know what
this means, things come clear after the dreams and

illusions. here's to happiness caving in on us. When the
clock on the wall says it's quarter past going too well,
will you go round again? Half way to heaven you turn and

head straight for hell what goes up comes down again. And
it goes round again.