Текст песни Pretty One - Fyrce Muons

Fist of fight, dead of night
Reacharound, solid bound
Sick of this, sick of mind
Listing thus there's no fight
Find myself in a state
Build upon, generate
Crystal want, grist of hate
Finding me in this place

She is not just a common one
She will never believe in me
She is something so special and
She is not just a pretty one

Pick it spare, semblance time
Gracious punt, filled with mine
Run to land, right to feel
Show your face, show it's real
Walls on ground, ceilings right
Shake a mind, feel it tight
Walking down to the sea
Looking past the man that's me