Pretty Things

I am nothing without you

I am nothing without... 



I am nothing without you

I am nothing without... 



Oh! 



So where am I supposed, 

To rest my head tonight?

When we are miles apart, 

And you never call.

I wish we could believe, 

As we're stuck here in between.

What could have been, 

And what will never be.



Is there something in me, 

That I can call hope?

I can call hope.

Is there something out there, 

That I can hold on to?

I can hold on to.



It's strange how things turn out.

You build it up and then, 

Let it fall to the ground.

And I'm sad that I missed out, 

On all the pretty things

That just passed me by

Moments we forgot or left behind.



Is there something in me, 

That I can call hope?

I can call hope.

Is there something out there, 

That I can hold on to?

I can hold on to.



I am nothing without you! 

I am nothing without... ! 



I am nothing without you... 

I am nothing without... 



-Guitar Solo-



Is there something in me, 

That I can call hope?

I can call hope.

Is there something out there, 

That I can hold on to?

I can hold on to.