Strange and Pretty Day
Robert Pollard
[Verse 1]
It's a strange and pretty day
Not smelling fish nor flower
Not seeing rings of dust
In a forest where you are
At a factory closing down
All eyes are on the dream of being lost and found
[Verse 2]
It's a strange and pretty day
In a game gone overtime
It's the reason we know each other
All black eyes can see
All mean pretty well
What hasn't been true is trying to break free
Or remain down
[Outro]
There, on a strange and pretty day
On a strange pretty day
All day, pretty day