In "Happiness," Editors trace a collapse into exhaustion and self-absorption. The repeated admission that it is over lands like a verdict, while the plea to be holy water one more time suggests a desperate wish for cleansing or renewal that never quite arrives. The contrast between gambling everything on fate and then counting accumulated blessings captures the bitter arithmetic of hope curdling into routine. Even noticing the news feels like too much effort, leaving only the selfish, narrow work of chasing a happiness that keeps slipping further away.
Happiness Lyrics by Editors
Did you figure it out
Did you fuck you misunderstand
Make the streets smell like Disneyland
Benefit of the doubt
Why’s a genius and philistine
Falling apart working overtime
It’s over
It’s over
It’s over
One more time I’m holy water drink
One more time I’m holy water drink
One more time I’m holy water drink
One more time
Take the rough with the smooth
A single thought to fly like Peter Pan
I can’t muster up a single thing
Serendipity burns
You gamble everything because of fate
Well count the blessings you accumulate
It’s over
It’s over
It’s over
One more time I’m holy water drink
One more time I’m holy water drink
One more time I’m holy water drink
One more time
(One more time I’m holy water drink)
I’m holy water
(One more time I’m holy water drink)
I’m holy water
(One more time I’m holy water drink)
I’m holy water
(One more time)
Do we notice the news
Well we’re too bored to be magnanimous
Selfishly working on our happiness
(One more time I’m holy water drink)
I’m holy water
(One more time I’m holy water drink)
I’m holy water
(One more time I’m holy water drink)
I’m holy water
(One more time)
One more time
(One more time I’m holy water drink)
I’m holy water
(One more time I’m holy water drink)
I’m holy water
(One more time I’m holy water drink)
I’m holy water
(One more time)
