Anemoia

You won't always recognize when you're meant to stay Maybe the world you want has to slip away You let it take a backseat, never know who you'll meet Say something typical, like you're miserable, wait until it's over And now your heart's resigning, and you curse the timing Wait for a miracle, something spiritual, let it be the cure You won't always recognize when you're meant to stay Maybe the world you want has to slip away But secretly you were happier all along Hmm, hmm