Pretty things, pretty girl wears pretty rings
Running back, passing one
Blue skies, turn pink skies, turn violet
Crowns fall, empires fail, ships sink
Sun comes up still the same
Usually I run from emotions, but this one it works
Usually the ink flows so fluid
This one I can't put to words
If I differ from the river's flow a bit will it
Steer me back, order my steps until way becomes clear
I can't see, I'll just sing
I know I'm cold; I'm just a bit on the fence
No room left to interpret, prefer to say less
Good things come in threes
Good girls come in peace, baddies they come in tens
I fell flat though I swore I wouldn't again
I know I'm cold; I'm just a bit on the fence
No room left to interpret, prefer to say less
Good things come in threes,
Good girls come in peace, baddies they come in tens
I fell flat though I swore I wouldn't again
Still pretty good, pretty good
Been on a cloud, on a cloud
I'm coming down, coming down
Still pretty good, pretty good
I'm pretty good, pretty good
Miss being around, being around
I'll ring when I'm touching down