Killing Me

(альбом: 1988 - 2023)

You and your umbrella, you're always ready
Every day storming up in your mind
I am your shelter, my love is steady
But damn, my heart is getting tired

Of trying to hold it all together
Of trying to make up your weather

Would it kill you to be happy?
Would it kill you to be happy?
Would it kill you to be happy?
'Cause trying to make you happy
Trying to make you happy is killing me
Killing me

You know how to find the stone-cold darkness
Even when the stars are shining at night
You always see the glass half empty
Even when I'm always pouring, pouring the wine

Would it kill you to be happy?
Would it kill you to be happy?
Would it kill you to be happy?
'Cause trying to make you happy
Trying to make you happy is killing me
Killing me

Don't you ever kind of wonder
Wonder what it might be like

Would it kill you to be happy?
Would it kill you to be happy?
Would it kill you to be happy?
'Cause trying to make you happy
Trying to make you happy is killing me
Is killing me
Trying to make you happy is killing me
Trying to make you happy
Trying to make you happy is killing me
Is killing me