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 these 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... 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...