Happy Again - Iwan Rheon

She brushes with tears

Paints on her clothes, paves new spheres

Opens the curtain

Toppling lost in the mud

Oh she’s happy again

Cause all she sees is your own level head

And all she breathes is the air that you shared

Lyin' free in the place of your bed

She paints a picture, a canvas of gliding aura

The lights are clashing

She saw that my heart is racing

Oh she’s happy again

Cause all she see is your own level head

And all she breathes is the air that you shared

Lyin' free in the place of your bed

Wait for me

Wait till the morning

We’ll be fine

Wait for me, wait for me

Wait till the morning

We’ll be fine

But is she happy again?

When all she sees is your own level head

And all she breathes is the air that you shared?

Lyin' free in the place of your bed

I’ll meet her later

When charring cross calls composure

Two twisted lovers

One will look back, one never

Oh she’s happy again

Cause all she breathes is the air that is free

And all she sees are that shapes that she feels

Lyin' free with no thought of you and me

Wait for me

Wait till the morning

We’ll be fine

Wait for me, wait for me

Wait till the morning

We’ll be fine