I get a little too close
To a kind of truth that's not worth thinking about
But you can't stop the mind from wandering
You've gotta slow it down
Maybe get yourself under control
And it's hard to stop the pondering
And there have been points when
I feel like I've been on a roll
But then those curtains get drawn
And the chances that you thought you had
They really come to nothing at all
And I have no need
For such things
But to make you happy
Does it make you happy?
And I've busted strings on this guitar
Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere
Could you make me happy?
And if you keep me on your right
Could I keep you on my left?
And there's a question on your lips
On your finger tips
Stabbing in the dark
Like you're cut, cut,
Cutting your fringe back
But it's grown out at such an angle
That the shears aren't sharp
You've got to straight, straight,
Straighten the blades up
And if I could make it easier
I would always try to make it easier
But to be a cautious operator
Is the way to
Stop this falling apart
And I have no need
For such things
But to make you happy
Does it make you happy?
And I've busted strings on this guitar
Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere
Could you make me happy?
And I have no need
For such things
But to make you happy
Make you happy
Does it make you happy?
Does it make you happy?
And if you keep me on your right
Could I keep you on my left?
Every now and then I get a little too close To a kind of truth that's not worth thinking about But you can't stop the mind from wandering You've gotta slow it down Maybe get yourself under control And it's hard to stop the pondering And there have been points when I feel like I've been on a roll But then those curtains get drawn And the chances that you thought you had They really come to nothing at all And I have no need For such things But to make you happy Does it make you happy? And I've busted strings on this guitar Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere Could you make me happy? And if you keep me on your right Could I keep you on my left? And there's a question on your lips On your finger tips Stabbing in the dark Like you're cut, cut, Cutting your fringe back But it's grown out at such an angle That the shears aren't sharp You've got to straight, straight, Straighten the blades up And if I could make it easier I would always try to make it easier But to be a cautious operator Is the way to Stop this falling apart And I have no need For such things But to make you happy Does it make you happy? And I've busted strings on this guitar Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere Could you make me happy? And I have no need For such things But to make you happy Make you happy Does it make you happy? Does it make you happy? And if you keep me on your right Could I keep you on my left? Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/j/josh_pyke/make_you_happy.html
