Do you like pretty things? Would you caress broken wings? To truly smile, to face the day Do you like pretty things?
And in time did you know Pretty things always go? A smile can never go away It ought to be the face today
Castles melt in the sand But you could still touch my hand And have a dream, then go away If you like pretty things
Can you mend broken wings? Do you know of these things? First at a glance you’d think you might If you like pretty things