Give me the girl that travels light
The girl that likes to unravel mysteries
Give me the girl that smokes strange things, eats cheese
Just to have those dreams
All the pretty things look pretty good
Pretty good, pretty good, pretty good, pretty good
Maybe it's fool's gold
When nothing is for a reason
Stairs are free and costless
Inhuman discourse
Inhuman discourse
Give me the girl that lies in heat
And writes down things that are in her head
Give me the girl that feeds the birds
And tries to hear cats speaking Yiddish
All the pretty things look pretty good
Pretty good, pretty good, pretty good, pretty good
Maybe it's fool's gold
We should run with the stargates
Undefinable weakness
Just float further away
Float further away
All the pretty things look pretty good
Pretty good, pretty good, pretty good, pretty good
Maybe it's fool's gold
At the ends, the points, it's in the minutes
In the moments that we share
The moments that we share
