Happy, The End - The Innocence Mission

In this story

We sit down on Luna Bridge

And catch snow in our cupped hands

And music is coming from the houses

Or it sings inside me

I begin to mend

Oh happy, oh happy, the end

The end, the end

In this painting

The whole world is navy blue

I run home from the mailbox

In all the dim of five o’clock

To see you

Cars and trees go by me

You are in the yard

And in my arms again

Oh happy, oh happy, the end

The end, the end

Happy, oh happy

The end