| Pure joy, heaven in this room |
| With you, everything’s in bloom |
| I’m up against the stars |
| My world’s so caught off guard |
| What’s wrong with happiness, and wanting it |
| What’s wrong with happiness, and having it |
| Why do I talk myself out of this |
| And say that this can’t be happening |
| What’s wrong with having this, happiness |
| Pure bliss, deeper than my youth |
| Exist, like I’m living proof |
| I’m loosening the lines |
| I’m looking forward to life |
| What’s wrong with happiness, and wanting it |
| What’s wrong with happiness, and having it |
| Why do I talk myself out of this |
| And say that this can’t be happening |
| What’s wrong with having this, happiness |
| I’m caught in between |
| But I found it, I found it |
| I know what I need, I know what I need |
| Cause I found it, I found it |