(Your pain) Hopefully that, hopefully that song Isn't talking about love and all these good things That are made of sugar and honey (Yes I want to make you) Hopefully that, hopefully that song Isn't talking about love and all these good things That are made of sugar and honey (Sugar and honey) I prefer to talk about rain and pain That dig dry hearts and give them new shapes, new shapes oh oh oh Hopefully that, hopefully that, that song will be sad Will be down, will be dirty Anything but smooth or bland (Or bland) (Or bland) I'm dying in the ordinary Ah you know I trust in every little grieves Like the wind they make you into projecting reefs I don't want to live in peace What can I do if I love what is twisted, irregular Curved, rounded and strange Hopefully my, hopefully my life won't be calm And I'll keep my fears out of the line I won't pray, I accept to be scared But I want my laughs as strong as my cries Oh hopefully Well I don't give a fuck I'll just be mad I'll just go crazy on this microphone and make you sad I wanna see those tears run from your eyes I pray That one day you understand that happiness is at stake It's a sin man I won't pray, I accept to be scared But I want my laughs as strong as my cries Oh hopefully Yes hopefully my life won't be calm Yes hopefully my life (Suffer) (I'll make you cry) (And be sad)