Pins & Needles - Jaymay, Vidar Busk

point A to point C i wonder what the point may B it’s nothin

we’re on a fast train to nowhere im so scared i cant feel my heart beat

if only happiness grew on trees id be fine

as it stands pins and needles leaves and vines

each day i awake i walk roun the lake in a wonder

til thought-clouds replace sunshine on my face here comes thunder

if only happiness was a breeze instead of these pins & needles

are the flowers in bloom how come i never noticed?

somebody tell me the meaning of spring i dont feel a thing for the roses

if only happiness grew on trees id be fine

as it stands pins and needles leaves and vines

if only happiness grew on trees