Letra da Música Prettier de Desolation

I'm not dizzy I'm just out of place
And I understood what she said when I heard her say
"In This life I'm never satisfied".

And we're moving so slow,
we're sweating in fields,
laying down in the dirt, with the dust in our eyes.
I've got a craving for meaning,
and it just can't be curbed,
I've got a dead feeling
and now nothing hurts.


and everything's painted too red,
when at the base its all gray.
Like the beauty in your face.


And we're craving for more,
we're rattling the cage,
laying down in the dirt, exposing our ways.
I've got an urge to get moving,
and it just can't be cured
because the highway lines
always look prettier blurred.

Like your hands in your pockets
your hair in your face,
talking for hours
talking for days.
Well Sometimes your prettiest
when there's tears in the way.
Sometimes your prettier
When you've made a mistake.