I went looking for happiness and found you.
In my thoughts, in memories,
Sitting on stairs, waiting for stars.
In all the places that I’d been before,
In places that now seem afar,
You were there, making me happy.
Places that had held my bones together,
That had marred my soul with scars,
You were there, making me happy.
Love knows no logic, it knows not when to stop,
So I find you in my lonely arms,
Your hair filling my finger spaces,
And your face resting on my shoulder blades,
Making me happy.
With your eyes taking the untaken space of my sight,
And your words filling the silence of my voice,
I find you there,
Making me happy.