Lyrics The Pretty Things

The Pretty Things

The Journey

City it leaves without traces

Blind sparrow's carry me.

Resting my head on a rainbow

High in a tree.

Laughing at me.

Crying at me.

Seeing through me.

In mirrors of tears I'm reflected

White naked figures twist the key.

Turning my thoughts into shadows.

Playing on the walls of me.

Laughing at me.

Crying at me.

Seeing through me.