
Ode to Happiness
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- 2020s
- dark pop
- melodic
- industrial
- electropop
- female vocalist
- bittersweet
- art pop
- synthpop
- anthemic
Lyrics
Verse 1
I bought a pair of golden shoes to walk along the street
Trying to force a rhythm into unsteady feet
Hung a paper sunrise over the kitchen sink
Gave myself a reason, gave myself time to think
Smile for the picture, hold it till the flash goes black
Counting down the seconds till the feeling rushes back
Pre-Chorus
Pouring sugar on a bitter pill
Standing on the top of an empty hill
Telling everybody that I'm doing fine
Drinking up the sunlight like it's cheap boxed wine
Chorus
Sing me an ode to happiness, loud as you can
Build a little joy out of plastic and sand
If it's fake, don't tell me till the morning breaks
I'm tired of paying for my own mistakes
Sing it high, sing it clear, make the room bounce back
Paint a bright red line over all the black
Verse 2
Confetti on the carpet, party's over now
Figuring out the punchline, figuring out how
To keep the light burning when the batteries drain
Dancing through the middle of a warm summer rain
They say that joy is simple if you let it in
So I'm standing at the doorway waiting to begin
Pre-Chorus
Pouring sugar on a bitter pill
Standing on the top of an empty hill
Telling everybody that I'm doing fine
Drinking up the sunlight like it's cheap boxed wine
Chorus
Sing me an ode to happiness, loud as you can
Build a little joy out of plastic and sand
If it's fake, don't tell me till the morning breaks
I'm tired of paying for my own mistakes
Sing it high, sing it clear, make the room bounce back
Paint a bright red line over all the black
Bridge
Maybe it doesn't have to last forever to count
Maybe every second adds up to the full amount
I don't need a guarantee, I don't need a sign
Just let me have this moment while the light is mine!
Yeah, while the light is mine!
Chorus
Sing me an ode to happiness, loud as you can
Build a little joy out of plastic and sand
If it's fake, don't tell me till the morning breaks
I'm tired of paying for my own mistakes
Sing it high, sing it clear, make the room bounce back
Paint a bright red line over all the black
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