Letras:Innocence Mission. My Room in the Trees. The Happy Mondays.

The happy Mondays, we blow down alleyways
in our raincoats, in afternoons.
The imaginary dogs beside us
are old friends, they will speak to you.

Happy in the daylight.
Breathe out, breathe in the end of school time.
Happy on the way home.
The west side also feels, and they know,
everything that I know.

The happy Mondays, we are blue-green

in the air, we are yellow, too.
The clouds of Pennsylvania break apart,
they move away from me and from you.

Happy in the daylight.
Breathe out, breathe in the end of school time.
Happy on the way home.
The west side also feels, and they know,
everything that I know.