Mantlepiece

Pull my cap over my noggin',
 To keep my ears from the cold and people talking.
 It's a cold and blustery evening,
 And I'd rather stay inside.
 Stare at the picture on the mantlepiece,
 The people there don't have a care,
 Don't need to be anywhere.
 Ah the frame will let them live in peace,
 Live in peace.
 'Lalalalala...
 Life is sweet'
 Wouldn't it be nice if we could lay there,
 Where the waves meet the rocks in wispy air?
 And I'd run my fingers through your hair,
 And you'd cradle me.
 But you're up north surrounded in concrete,
 And I'm lost in a forest of dead leaves.
 The whole world's moving in tsunami
 And we're just pebbles deposited on the beach.
 'Lalalalala...
 Life is sweet.'
 So I close the door behind me,
 But I'm dreaming of the picture
 And all the colours of the world I could have used.
 And I've conscripted to the army,
 Of the everyday.
 I've stepped on board of this bandwagon
 And I can't get off until it stops again.
 It's gonna take a while before then,
 So I guess I'll just enjoy the ride.
 'Lalalalala...
 Life is sweet.'