Call in the airstrike, tell them to make the dropand now she ate a cycle no-one but you can stopWould it be fair to say that you’re in love with love?And is that enough?I bet you feel really potent stuffthe shadows of doubt on how things turn outare typically grayBut even the stucco on the wallis right two times a dayand it’s still enoughJust how much distance means we’re on our own?and can we be happyHappy alone?The universe opens up the doorand we go right in, it’s there, it’s new, it’s coolit’s something we ain’t seen beforeAnd five minutes inan egg timer ringsto clip off our carefree flapping wingsshow us the things we can’t affordand throw us overboardbut it’s still enough.Just how much distance means we’re on our own?until i see you off at homedown the sidewalk in my headI might be sinking like a stonebut perfectly happyjust openly happyIn my home, I’ve always knownI gotta be happy aloneso burn the mail, destroy the phoneyeah, I’d wanna be happy alonethe moving sky, the rocks belowAll so perfectly happy aloneOur little hearts have turned to stoneI’d better be happy alone.