We talk about
Social imperfections and
We talk about
Wolves at every turn
We think about
The comical direction
I might've taken
If I'd never learned
There's no time
for happy ever after
There's no time
For walking in the surf
There's no words
I could ever mumble
That could touch the depths of what you're worth
And it's me that wants it all
To be now
To be somehow perfect
Me that wants it all
To be right
To be something sacred
You write down
Your intimate perceptions and
You write down your disenchanted prose
Breathe deep
The air of your existence
Anything to understand the life you chose
'Cause it's me that wants it all
To be now
To be somehow perfect
Me that wants it all
To be right
To be something sacred, To be something sacred
And I don't understand the reason why;
A cry for love gets no reply
The refuse swirling at my feet, the fascination with deceit
The politics of empty men, the confidence we all pretend
The multitudes at every gate, the unexpected hand of fate
And it's me that wants it all
To be now
To be somehow perfect
Me that wants it all
To be right
To be something sacred
Me that wants it all
To be now
To be somehow perfect
Me that wants it all
To be right
To be something sacred
