Is it delicate? Can we break this thing we got Are we honest? Will the truth tear us apart Is it serious? Do we need to tell our friends? Is it starting or is it coming to an end?
I heard you leaving but I stayed in bed Your perfume lingers and it makes me mad I wonder if you'll ever understand
Everybody wants what we got But we don’t know if its broken or not Are we perfect? Are we perfectly insane
Nobody ever seems to understand We’re miles apart but we’re holding hands Are we perfect, perfectly insane Perfect, perfectly insane.
Are we jealous? Do we wish that we would fall? Is it fading, are the colors running out? Is it serious? Do we need to tell our friends? Is it starting or is it coming to an end?
I saw you walking on the street alone I know its crazy but I let you go I wonder if you’ll ever know
Everybody wants what we got But we don’t know if its broken or not Are we perfect? Are we perfectly insane
Nobody ever seems to understand We’re miles apart but we’re holding hands Are we perfect, perfectly insane Perfect, perfectly insane.
Compositores: Zachary Ashton Smith (Ashton), Alan Sanderson ECAD: Obra #11499033