Pretty - 3

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…»