Happiness is just a word to me And it might have... • The Forest Dark

Posted on Saturday, 15 September 2012

Happiness is just a word to meAnd it might have meant a thing or twoIf I’d known the differenceEmptiness, a lonely parodyAnd my life, another smokin’ gunA sign of my indifferenceAlways keepin’ safe insideWhere no one ever had a chanceTo penetrate a break inLet me tell you some have triedBut I would slam the door so tightThat they could never get inKept my cool under lock and keyAnd I never shed a tearAnother sign of my conditionFear of love or bitter vanityThat kept me on the runThe main events of my confessionI kept a chain upon my doorThat would shake the shame of CainInto a blind submissionThe burning ghost without a nameWas calling all the sameBut I wouldn’t listenThe longer I’d stallThe further I’d crawlThe further I’d crawlThe harder I’d fallI was crawlin’Into the fireThe more that I sawThe further I’d fallThe further I’d fallThe lower I’d crawlI kept fallin’Into the fireSuddenly it occurred to meThe reason for the run and hideHad totaled my existenceEverything left on the other sideCould never be much worse that thisBut could I go the distance?I faced the door and all my shameTearin’ off each piece of chainUntil they were brokenBut no matter how I triedThe other side was locked so tightThat door, it wouldn’t openGave it all that I gotAnd started to knockShouted for someoneTo open the lockI just gottaGet through the doorAnd the more that I knockedThe hotter I gotThe hotter I gotThe harder I’d knockI just gotta break through the doorGotta knock a little harderGotta knock a little harderGotta knock a little harder
Break through the door.

—The Seatbelts, Gotta Knock A Little Harder

Happiness is just a word to me
And it might have meant a thing or two
If I’d known the difference

Emptiness, a lonely parody
And my life, another smokin’ gun
A sign of my indifference

Always keepin’ safe inside
Where no one ever had a chance
To penetrate a break in

Let me tell you some have tried
But I would slam the door so tight
That they could never get in

Kept my cool under lock and key
And I never shed a tear
Another sign of my condition

Fear of love or bitter vanity
That kept me on the run
The main events of my confession

I kept a chain upon my door
That would shake the shame of Cain
Into a blind submission

The burning ghost without a name
Was calling all the same
But I wouldn’t listen

The longer I’d stall
The further I’d crawl
The further I’d crawl
The harder I’d fall
I was crawlin’
Into the fire

The more that I saw
The further I’d fall
The further I’d fall
The lower I’d crawl
I kept fallin’
Into the fire

Suddenly it occurred to me
The reason for the run and hide
Had totaled my existence

Everything left on the other side
Could never be much worse that this
But could I go the distance?

I faced the door and all my shame
Tearin’ off each piece of chain
Until they were broken

But no matter how I tried
The other side was locked so tight
That door, it wouldn’t open

Gave it all that I got
And started to knock
Shouted for someone
To open the lock
I just gotta
Get through the door

And the more that I knocked
The hotter I got
The hotter I got
The harder I’d knock
I just gotta break through the door

Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder

Break through the door.

—The Seatbelts, Gotta Knock A Little Harder