Criss-cross laces

You have the centre

You have the cinnamon

In the centre

You shouldn't be alone

You should just pick up yourself

And shine yourself

And make yourself fit a bran new maybe

in the side streets

You been walking

I have been walking too

So, you know the faces

You know how they'll flirt with you



Well, I know my favourite language

Well, it trickles down my mouth

If this is me

Being close to you

Being somewhere like the last night we spend together

That is something next to nothing

That is something

So, I got my truth of many colours

I got my fears

Another shade

But when I'm riding my happy taxi

I guess I got it made



Who's that creeping?

In the street there

Who's that creeping?

By your window

She might know something

She might show you some things

You never really want to share forever

Mean forever

'Cos it feels so slow



We drove out like something special

In our special rags

Well, I know that something special happens!

When we drive our sad to happy

We go driving

In our happy taxi

in our happy taxi



I am not the

First street preacher

Not the first to

Want to lead you

Not the first to

Leave your money

Not the first to

Leave your home

Not the first to

Leave forever

Glad to go

When love has gone



So where am I going?

Where am I going tonight?

So where am I staying?

In my happy moonlight

In my happy taxi

In my happy taxi

In my happy taxi

In my happy taxi

In my happy taxi

In my happy taxi

Would you drive on down

Would you drive on down

Would you drive on down

In my happy