PRETTY THINGS

Welcome back to all your lost memories
Welcome back to a life, that you shure have missed
But I remembered for you
I always remembered for you
I remembered for you
All the pretty/crazy things we used to do

Isn´t it a pity you can´t see
The humor in the irony
That there´s a beauty in release
And isn´t it a shame for you and me
That if we try to speak
We can´t begin to say

It tuckers out my feelings
There is nothing I can do
All that I can say is
The way back is up to you

Without some memories
You haven´t loved, lifed, suffered or hoped
Nothing to loose, your marks were low
I never believed that you were just a girl
Without any dreams
Who got lost without a reason