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 taxi
  In my happy taxi