The prettiest thing I ever did see Was lightning from the top of a cloud Moving through the dark a million miles an hour With somewhere to be
So why does it seem Like a picture Hanging up on someone else's wall Lately I just haven't been myself at all It's heavy on my mind
I'm dreamin' again Like I've always been And way down low I still know
The prettiest thing I ever did see Was dusty as the handle on the door Rusty as a nail stuck in the old pine floor Looks like home to me
Now I'm dreamin' again Like I've always been And way down low I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
