You take your refined animosity
  and hold it up to the whole world to see.
It can't make you happy, it can't make you happy.
 
Hills rise and empires fall,
  trees stand five thousand years tall.
She can't make you happy, she can't make you happy.
 
Birds fly over the rainbow
if you make it there do let me know.
Meanwhile I'll be wishing you well
down below.
 
A new age dawns and old friends they go away,
in the morning light I'm here for a day.
Despite your wrongs I've come to say:
 
  You gave me the gift   of a song.
  I know I ran but I loved you all along.
It's you who make me happy, you make me happy.