Call it maze call it labyrinth
It's the shape of it on my mind
Strangers are crowding every street
But the darkness made them all nice
We shouldn't be at the Village Fete
We'd better climb up the hill
With the promise of being in a quieter place
With the whispering trees standing still

But we bought some drinks and we found our seats
What's the point now of walking away?
As we're waiting for some other friends
Who assured us they are on their way
Chatting on or discussing on
Are you taking the mick out of me?
You're the charming one and the funny one
And I'm high as I can ever be

The Happy Hours - The Happy Hours at night

There were four of us maybe even five
But apparently some fell behind
In a puff of smoke or in a spilled glass
We are stuck in here till it's late night
Plunging thoughts into the river stream
That flows in the lines of our eyes
I don't really know if I'm talking loud

Or I'm whispering confessing to lying
Yeah call it maze call it labyrinth
It's the shape of it on my mind
Call it wind call it bonding link
Call it whatever we can provide
We can spy on the candle light
Which is hidden inside our brains
Shining through our drunken eyes
Before brilliance steps off in the rain

The Happy Hours - The Happy Hours at night

The Village Fete
Has come to an end
And the people head to home
The mystery girl
Approaches us late
She's getting here, mate
We must stay longer