Pretty Notes

Lyrics

You know you write such pretty notes But do you mean what you said? Well, despite any malice Yeah, your golden chalice You pour it over your head And I can't make you happy No, I can't make you sad You pick your bones And you put out your homes And you put me just where I am And you close your eyes and have justice And you open your mouth and have truth But that all means nothin' 'Cause who are you bluffin'? Your eyes And oh, your sad song Well, it's gone to my head You're a thief, mind your matters 'Cause your golden hammer It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head