It's all good it's alright, cut the strings to the kite 
send it flying. Who's to say what this means there's some 
truth in between where we're lying. Here's to happiness, 
caving in on us. And the clock on the wall says it's 
quarter past going too well, here we go round again. Half 
way to heaven you do a 180 for hell. What goes up comes 
down again, falling stumbling crawling out of love. Tell 
something new thrown away in confusion. We both know what 
this means, things come clear after the dreams and 
illusions. here's to happiness caving in on us. When the 
clock on the wall says it's quarter past going too well, 
will you go round again? Half way to heaven you turn and 
head straight for hell what goes up comes down again. And 
it goes round again.