The Perfect Time

turning a whisper into a breath
say the word I can't explain anymore...
it's easy to feel, when you're about to believe that it's true

put your hands on my eyes close them so I can't see that you're
fading away until the end of the perfect time we wore out before

still trying to recall all the ways
all the places we have been or just wished to be
thousands good words we filled our time by to feel alive

Was waiting, was dreaming, was turning around
now I'm burning, and strugglin' and tryin' to carry on

put your hands on my eyes close them so I can't see that you're
fading away until the end of the perfect time we wore out before

leave me now, Got nothing to complain
that's all I've found, our time is over now
Just take your chance, the game is almost over
no more time will follow...



Credits
Writer(s): New Disorder
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