There's no perfect time too fast or slow, stagger versus stroll
But truth be told you can't be bought, you can't be sold.
Forgive me I owe them this swollen joke.
Oozing from your throats that clutters and control.

Did you bust out every window and knock down every door?
Crawl up every alleyway and smoke out every whore?
Turn a colder shoulder to the suture we kept closed.
Turn a concrete answer to a simple yes or no, no, no, yes, no

Let's fall behind in perfect time.
Won't you stay a while? We're counting on you.
So sad to say you've gone away,
Without a trace or clue.

There's no perfect time too fast or slow, stagger versus stroll
There is no perfect time. There is no perfect place.
No picture perfect face with picture perfect clothes in picture perfect pose.

Let's fall behind in perfect time.
Won't you stay a while? We're counting on you.
So sad to say you've gone away,
Without a trace or clue.

(Repeat)