The prettiest thing I ever did seeWas lightning from the top of a cloudMoving through the dark, a million miles an hourWith somewhere to beSo why does it seem like a pictureIs hanging up on someone else's wall?Lately I just haven't been myself at allIt's heavy on my mindI'm dreaming againLike I've always beenAnd way down lowI still knowThat the prettiest thing I ever did seeWas dusty as the handle on the doorRusted and stuck in the old pine floorThat looks like home to meNow I'm dreaming againLike I've always beenAnd way down lowThinking of the prettiest thingLike I've always beenAnd way down lowLike I've always beenLike I've always been
