Pace is picking up

Tempo changing slowly gradually hardly noticeable

One beat per minute becomes two and two makes four

Now where is that door

To reality check me out and in and out of this motel rooms

It’s unbelievable is this retrievable

I think I better leave

Pretty nights flashing photo lights

I feel all right as long as smiles are shining bright

What a game what a night

I feel all right I said

Pretty nights pretty nights but got nothing to say

Who touched the volume knob

Has it always been this loud

Allowed it to go from one

Does this one go to eleven

I think I better leave

Nothing is silent except the thoughts in my head

And all those words have been said

Feels unbelievable are they retrievable

Because all I do is scream to overpower this noise

Pretty nights flashing photo lights

I feel all right as long as smiles are shining bright

What a game what a night

I feel all right I said

Pretty nights pretty nights but got nothing to say

Pace is picking up tempo changing the common normal

Normalized us and paralyzed us and left us with a sadness

And now it’s hovering in the air in between our eyes

I know we can find our way around

Around if we can only find the time

Time we don’t have but that has been given

Pretty nights...