Happiness can be found in a winter, a train, or a sunset.
Somebody who is a storm.
Speed.
Or the end of something beautiful.

They found happiness in each other,
everyday he would storm in and make her laugh.
She had been running all her life but he
caught her.
Their last kiss was almost bewitching.
He was her journal, full of stories,
stories only they knew
she was a combination of unexpected moments.
With each kiss they became a little more insane,
a little more happy

Attention, attention
Train 36 is departing
She took another train, another route, another destination
they didn’t know how to face reality

We didn’t know how to face reality,
how to face our loss of happiness.
I’m sorry for the lonely glow of the moon,
I’m sorry for the fact that morning came too soon
But we knew it,
Didn’t we?

Tomorrow the sun will rise
And we will try again,
We will try to be
happy