Your pretty things Haven't made you beautiful You pretty thing Heaven put a curse Upon you Like you I want a way To fly away To grab That's not in me I think before I say I count down and I pray I think about it every day So beautiful Is the way you make me feel Like gravity Holding down what's right And what is real And if I come too close To you the way I sometimes do Just know that's not me I think before I say I count down and I pray I think about it every day Yeah ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh ooh I think before I say I count down and I pray I think about you every day I think about you every day I think about you every day