Pretty Songtext
von Tamara Wellons

Stories seen to never come out
Right when I comes out my mouth
Is the only way you hear?
Watch my feet as I tell it all
So much is still not said, yet this is all

Sunlight somehow makes the day feel like
Back road memories of wooden bridges
That sound like rumbling laughter in Ruth′s kitchen
Potato jacks on the porch makes easy this kind of living

Standing here with my eyes on love
I see the reason and the purpose
We make fantasies in our mind and
Hold onto our God, to make it right

Sunlight somehow makes the day feel OK
Even if we turned and walked away
With our dreams unmet now the story
Is a pretty lie with no regrets


460 million dreams found in these fields
Won't let me sleep not when the
Truth begs to be found
I heard all the freedom cries
It′s in my blood I refuse to turn and pretend
The pain is gone away

My beautiful people
We've got a little more work to do
Reality will be home real soon
What kind of loving will you choose?

My beautiful people
We've got a little more work to do
Reality will be home real soon
What kind of loving will you choose?

My beautiful people
We′ve got a little more work to do
Reality will be home real soon
What kind of loving will you choose?

My beautiful people
We′ve got a little more work to do
Reality will be home real soon
What kind of loving will you choose?