Perfect

Don't you let your light filter in, I'll be alright By myself tonight War's on, settle in While my record-setters spin for the Guinness Book And damned near perfect we were On the spinning Earth Don't you pull the pin Keep it all from closing in On itself tonight Fool to bet your life Better wise than lucky I'd sooner double-down And the driveway is drying out our young names As we circle 'round Hold the candle still Stutter-hand and steady will With your flickering you You fill my philistine mind When I know what that means Then I will be damned Damned near perfect we were Passing rashes and words That don't mean a thing And the driveway is drying out our young names They made babies by now But there's still a war on Don't you let your light filter in, I'll be alright By myself tonight --- Perfect - Laura Stevenson