Letras de The Pretty Things Are Going to Hell

What to wear
What to say
What to do on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on a Sunday night

I′m reaching the very edge, you know
I'm reaching the very edge
I′m going to the other side this time
I'm reaching the very edge

You're still breathing but you don′t know why
Lives are fair and sometimes they die
You′re still breathing but you just can't tell
Don′t hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell

I am the drummer
I am the dragon
I am the best jazz you've ever seen
I am the dragon
I am the sky
I am the blind at the corner of your eye

I find the secrets
I find the gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old

What is eternal
What is damned
What is clay and what is sand
Who to hiss
Who to trust
Who to listen to
Who to diss us

I′m reaching the very edge, you know
I'm reaching the very edge
I′m going to the other side this time
I'm reaching the very edge

You're still breathing but you don′t know why
Lives are fair and sometimes they die
You′re still breathing but you just can't tell
Don′t hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell

I am the drummer
I am the dragon
I am the best jazz you've ever heard
I am the dragon
I am the sky
I am the blind at the corner of your eye

I find the secrets
I find the gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old

The pretty things are going to hell
They wore it out but they wore it well
The pretty things are going to hell
They wore it out but they wore it well
The pretty things are going to hell
They wore it out but they wore it well
The pretty things are going to hell
They wore it out but they wore it well

You′re still breathing but you don't know why
You′re still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell