At the feet of altar
In the feathers began burning
Are you happy where you are?
And all the hours upon that everyone consume
The drunkard, he was drinking
From the mountains to the desert
Down tribe they would call him
Your hate burned my hand
You felt hurt she died
Your behavior was a poem
And all the alcohol that everyone consumed
Are you happy where you are?
You were driving, we were swerving
Your priest who is praying
Him to hers, silent too
Your hate burned my hand
Your behavior was so sad
Are you happy where you are?
Are you happy where you are?
For the first time in a long time
Could not arrest the void of him to hers
Are you happy where you are?
Could not arrest the boy who trots around the wound
It was after the election
You know that's only wise for everyone, everyone, oh, gone
In the cold moon was laying
At the feet of blessed
Are you happy where you are?
I searched but you were gone
Well, I saw you at the station
And the young boy, he was thinking
Down cast they would call him
Don't look behind the face to see the faith is gone
When the crowd began standing
Well, I knew that it was over
