Painting a Happy Song

I make up a novel when you close my eyes
I forget the chords, i mix up the lies

I'll build a dream for you and play a happy song for the last night
I want to kiss you like they do in every place
So i could love you

But it's really critical when a walk in the park from seven to nine seems to be
The walk in the park from seven to nine of another day
But it's really sad when a good meal and a complacent sex on sunday evening seems to be
The good meal and the complacent sex of last sunday

I'll build a dream for you and play a happy song for the last night
I want to kiss you like they do in every place
So i could leave you

Show me the way to get some more
Show me the way to the bathroom floor
'cause i quickly lost the reins
And if she prefers to paint the sun in blues
I do, i do, yes i do, yes i do