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