Lyrics
Pretty girls from night school
Who knows what you’ve been through
Sinking low in your barstool
Oh no, here’s a new fool
He thinks he knows what you’ve been through
Go home, leave her alone, leave her alone
Even in our darkest hours
I still stop and stare
Even in a world full of flowers
You are there
You are there
Burn my mind and my mental
You’re cigarettes with the menthol
A holy kiss from the temple
You’re Buddhist monk 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
Even in our darkest hours
I still stop and stare
Even in a world full of flowers
You are there
You are there
Even, even
Even, even
Even in our darkest hours
I still stop and stare
Even in a world full of flowers
You are there
You are there
Pretty girls from night school
Who knows what you’ve been through
Sinking low in your barstool