كلمات Pretty

Hello, my friend We meet again We got what we wanted But it’s not what we need Real life is stranger Than the fictions we read So we say we’re better off alone Better off alone, better off alone I got a message saying “don’t bother to call us back You’re all alone You may never come back home Who could accomplish that? We know it won’t be pretty Well, high times in a photograph Alive inside You can find a way back home Leave it alone at that You know it won’t You know it won’t be pretty… Pretty…” Hello, my friend We make pretend When we say we’re better off alone Better off alone, better off alone Another message plays “don’t bother to call us back You’re all alone You can never go back home Who could accomplish that? We know it won’t be pretty Well, high times in a photograph Alive inside You can find a way back home Leave it alone at that We know… We know it won’t be pretty… Pretty…” Say we’re better off alone Better off alone, better off alone “hey, don’t bother to call us back You’re all alone You may never go back home Who could accomplish that? We know it won’t be pretty, hey High times in a photograph Your eyes are blind But you see me with your soul Leave it alone at that You know it won’t… You know it won’t Don’t bother to call us back You’re all alone You may never go back home Who could accomplish that? We know it won’t be pretty, hey High times in a photograph Your life’s inside You can find a way back home Can you imagine that? You know it won’t… You know it won’t be pretty… Pretty…”