Pretty Things
Pretty things, so what if I like pretty thingsPretty lies, so what if I like pretty liesFrom where you are, to where I am nowI need these pretty things, around the planets of our phaseEverything's a sign of my astrologyFrom where you are, to where I am nowIs its own galaxyBe a star and fall down somewhere next to meAnd make it past your color TVThis time will pass and with it will meAnd all these pretty thingsDon't say you don't notice them