When you are in the North Pole of your thoughts
When your life looks like a landscape made of knots
When Tarantino runs the movies in your brain
And your dog seems the only one who’s sane
You need to Hug, Hug,
Smile and cry
Hug and Hug
And a bottle of wine
Smile melts the ice, and the
Tears cook the knots into rice
When the night stretches its fangs throughout the day
When Mozart’s Requiem would permanently play
When your guitar would lose all of its strings
And like Icarus, you’d burn both of your wings
You need to Hug, Hug,
Smile and cry
Hug and Hug
And a bottle of wine
Smile brings the rain, and the
Tears dissolve all the pain
When I’m weary, frustrated, red eyes
When my heart both explodes and it cries
When my hand trembles scratching rogued wall
And I can no longer hear my soul
I need to Hug, Hug,
Smile and cry
Hug and Hug
And a bottle of wine
Smile calls the soul, and the
Tears drown the anger in black hole
