Pretty Faces Chris Pratt, Copyright October 2002 Look at all the pretty faces, smiling happily Someday I think I'll ask them to kindly stop for tea how full the glass appears to be, what's missing not for me If only you could close your eyes, I'm sure that you would see Look at all the pretty faces there at my command It's just for me to step out and take them in my hand never have to ponder the box that I'll keep locked no need to ever wonder, about the path I walked I say, that something precious is lost You say, it's just the cost of doing what comes naturally to be all you can be and putting faces far behind in places you can't see (what's missing in the glass is all that can see) I say, something good has past you by You say.... Look at all pretty faces, smiling happily Look at all the pretty faces, new wonders of their own The past outside of memory, images unshown To see the good in everything there is no price to pay boxed up so neat on the shelf, there's no yesterday Chorus Is it real, I really wonder, does the shelf come crashing down When noise that drowns a memory, no longer makes a sound the box, when it's broke open, gives harsh reality or could it be it's really true, there's nothing there to see