Pretty

Pretty Girls From The Night School
Who Knows what they've been through
Sinking Low in your bar stools

Oh no here's a new fool
He thinks he knows whatchu been through
Go home and leave her alone, leave her alone

Cause Even in our darkest Hours
I still stop and stare
even in a world full of flowers
You are there

Burn My mind and my mental
your cigarettes with the menthol
a holy kiss from the temple
your Buddhist monks and heavy metal, I'm up
And when we're thinking a lot
and when we're drinking a lot
and when we're sinking a lot
are we figuring out
it's not about when it's happening
but are you listening to the moment
and making it work

Cause Even in our darkest Hours
I still stop and stare
even in a world full of flowers
You are there

Even, Even
Even, Even

Cause Even in our darkest Hours
I still stop and stare
even in a world full of flowers
You are there

(you are beautiful, you are loved)