Love Makes You Happy - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

I don’t have the glasses to hold the champagne

To celebrate the moment you’re in my arms again

I don’t the breath to blow the balloons

All that I’m hoping is you’re coming home soon

I don’t have the bunting or supply of cigars

The 'Welcome Home' banners to hang from the bars

All that I have is these arms that I own

To put 'round your waist and pull you back home

Strike out the fanfare, she’s coming home soon

And all that I own is this untidy room

Bed for my sleeping, table for tea

And love makes you happy, apparently

I can’t hold the tears to write you this song

To welcome you back after loving you so long

And I ain’t got the money to buy you the ride

To get you from there to here by my side

Strike out the fanfare, she’s coming home soon

And all that I own is this untidy room

Bed for my sleeping, table for tea

And love makes you happy, apparently

As I wait at the station, a rose in my hand

I don’t have a choir or a military band

Glass made to shatter, eggs made to break

But sure as I’m standing, a heart’s made to ache

Strike out the fanfare, she’s coming home soon

And all that I own is this untidy room

Bed for my sleeping, table for tea

And love makes you happy, apparently

And love makes you happy, apparently

Love makes you happy, apparently

And love makes you happy, apparently…