Sitting near the copper cat, people running by
Only one stop to look, wants to talk, doesn't try.

A pretty girl on a bench sitting all alone,
In her own world she is glad, staring at her phone.

All the happy people seem to live in a screen.

A single street performer plucking at her harp,
People gather around her, yet still stand apart

Nearby a news reporter talks about parades,
Ten thousand somber children experience joyful days

All the happy people seem to live in a screen

Surfing social networks, watching people I don't know
Pictures filled with smiles, packed with dreams, full of
hope

A message pops,
The crying stops,
I'm happy again

All the happy people seem to live in a screen