A happy day, the sun is grey

A happy day, the sun is grey
A happy day to laugh and play
The perfect time to run away
It's what he does, it's what you say

He likes warm weather- makes him hot
You like it rainy, cause he's not
Machines keep it shut
and stay calmly put
They don't care of the climate
They tend to keep it private

A happy day, the sun is grey
A happy day to laugh and play
The perfect time-the midst of May
To find yourself you're made of clay

You seem so fragile-dancing to the beat
I see your spirit bound in meat
But eyes are wisely blind
They know what to miss
They know what to find

As days roll off, the planet spins
What is shiny becomes grey
Sincere smiles seem like grins
The human mind surely deranges
seeking solice trying to pray
But I know nothing really changes.

Not this way...