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)