I've been runnin' round Circles in the ground I hope you think they're pretty Cause I've been fallin' fast Through ceilings made of glass I hope it looks pretty, yeah I hope it looks pretty, I do Hope it looks pretty like you Cause I've been fallin' fast, through ceilings made of glass I hope that it looks pretty-y, (Yeah) I guess I'll never be comfortable I'll never be fully functional, no And it only takes one to know But I know it takes one to know one And once you know one, you know em all Just got all this money, it's nothin' less you show it off Tell me when you work, your mind can walk out your cubicle Tell me if you work, you work for something that's beautiful I've been runnin' round Circles in the ground I hope you think they're pretty Cause I've been fallin' fast Through ceilings made of glass I hope it looks pretty, yeah I hope it looks pretty, I do Hope it looks pretty like you Cause I've been fallin' fast, through ceilings made of glass I hope that it looks pretty-y, yeah