Pretty Girls From The Night School Who Knows what they've been through Sinking Low in your bar stools Oh no here's a new fool He thinks he knows whatchu been through Go home and leave her alone, leave her alone Cause Even in our darkest Hours I still stop and stare Even in a world full of flowers You are there Burn My mind and my mental Your cigarettes with the menthol A holy kiss from the temple Your Buddhist monks and heavy metal, I'm up And when we're thinking a lot And when we're drinking a lot And when we're sinking a lot Are we figuring out It's not about when it's happening But are you listening to the moment And making it work Cause Even in our darkest Hours I still stop and stare Even in a world full of flowers You are there Even, Even Even, Even Cause Even in our darkest Hours I still stop and stare Even in a world full of flowers You are there (You are beautiful, you are loved)