| Song | Something Pretty |
| Artist | Patrick Park |
| Album | Loneliness Knows My Name |
| 作曲 : Park | |
| Here I am, where I've been | |
| I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
| And my clothes are worn & gritty. | |
| And I know ugliness, | |
| Now show me something pretty. | |
| I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose | |
| And too much weight for walking shoes. | |
| I could have died from being boring. | |
| As for loneliness, | |
| She greets me every morning. | |
| At the most I'm a glare, | |
| I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there. | |
| I'm the open sign that's always busted. | |
| I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted. | |
| At the most I'm a glare, | |
| I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there. | |
| I'm the open sign that's always busted. | |
| I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted. | |
| Here I am, where I've been | |
| I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
| And my clothes are worn & gritty. | |
| And I know ugliness, | |
| Now show me something pretty. | |
| At the most I'm a glare, | |
| I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there. | |
| I'm the open sign that's always busted. | |
| I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted. | |
| At the most I'm a glare, | |
| I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there. | |
| I'm the open sign that's always busted. | |
| I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted |
| zuò qǔ : Park | |
| Here I am, where I' ve been | |
| I' ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
| And my clothes are worn gritty. | |
| And I know ugliness, | |
| Now show me something pretty. | |
| I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose | |
| And too much weight for walking shoes. | |
| I could have died from being boring. | |
| As for loneliness, | |
| She greets me every morning. | |
| At the most I' m a glare, | |
| I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
| I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
| I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted. | |
| At the most I' m a glare, | |
| I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
| I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
| I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted. | |
| Here I am, where I' ve been | |
| I' ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
| And my clothes are worn gritty. | |
| And I know ugliness, | |
| Now show me something pretty. | |
| At the most I' m a glare, | |
| I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
| I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
| I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted. | |
| At the most I' m a glare, | |
| I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
| I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
| I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted |