As I woke up today I heard the perfect song I tried to write it down but I knew all along There were no real notes or lyrics in my dream Only the echo of a universal theme What does it mean?
Somehow I know the perfect song is about love What else is closer to perfection in this life? Not like a Friday party Sunday sing-a-long More like an early bedtime lonesome Tuesday song
Just the other day I was addicted to the ordinary Just the other day all my emotion was imaginary Just the other day Then the perfect song washed through me Filled my heart with tragic beauty Now I hear the perfect song in everything
Sometimes a hint of music plays inside my head I think I know just what it is but then instead I realize it's not a song I've ever known But it's a perfect start to what will be my own Perfect alone
But the perfection loses focus as I write And my most passionate reflections come off trite Even a melody that makes me swoon and sway Lingers a moment then the feeling fades away
I love you more than I can ever express In anything but the perfect song That's why it breaks my heart to tell it to you In anything but the perfect song Anything, anything, anything I would do anything For you.