Besedila: No One Goes Home. The New Era. Pretty Catastrophe.

It sounds cliche but this is one more song I wrote spent some time alone
Now I pray that all these words are loud enough to get back home
Are you listening?

So pretty catastrophe
What's wrong with signs of hypothermia
And I can't try
What's wrong with signs of hypothermia

Would you believe me if every word and every line was written for an act?
You'd probably deceive when the curtain call closes is a cold steel in my back
Are you listening?

So pretty catastrophe
What's wrong with signs of hypothermia
And I can't try
What's wrong with signs of hypothermia

Oh cause you are so cold

So pretty catastrophe
What's wrong with signs of hypothermia
And I can't try
What's wrong with signs of hypothermia
Pretty catastrophe
What's wrong with signs of hypothermia
And well I can't try
What's wrong with signs of hypothermia

Oh, oooh, ooooh, ohhh

Yeah... yeaaah, yeaaaah


(Thanks to Lexumms for these lyrics)