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
Just hangin’ up on someone else’s wall
Lately I just haven’t been myself at all
It’s heavy on my mind
Now I’m dreamin’ again
Like I’ve always been
Way down low
I still know that
The prettiest thing I ever did see
Was dusty as the handle on the door
Rusty as a nail stuck in the ol’ pine floor
Looks like home to me
Now I’m dreamin’ again
Like I’ve always been
Way down low thinking of
The prettiest thing
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.