Uppruna mál: Enskt
You seem to find the dark
When everything is bright
You look for all that's wrong
Instead of all that's right
Does it feel good to you
To rain on my parade?
You never say a word
Unless it's to complain
It's driving me insane
If I were you
Holding the world right in my hands
The first thing I'd do
Is thank the stars for all that I have