What if happy was a channel we could choose
What if music never made it past the blues
What if God was just a bloke who drives a bus
What if you and me, we spoke and turned to us
What if love was sold in shops up on the shelves
Politicians cared much less about themselves
What if Adam tried and failed to get the girl
What if mice are here to take over the world; There's a thing called life
And it's killing me
But there's no where else
I would rather be
So I'll lose myself
In the melody
Yeah, I'll loose myself
There's thing called life