Lyrics

It’s Not Perfection

When it feels right, it feels right.

Sometimes, instead of working through I just give up. Sometimes, a good enough is never good enough.

Vision seen through ideal’s eye. An almost isn’t gonna satisfy. Two odd numbers can’t divide. Evens, nought or five.

That’s not perfection. Will we ever get the time to work out why?
I want perfection ’cause when it feels right it feels right.

An empty glass not one half full, all or nothing foundation. Touching fingertips on parallel lines at right angles.

The parts divisible, add together; should equal.
1456 manuscripts. Three, three, five, five, nought, three, three six.

Perfection. Will we ever get the time to work out why?
Cause I want perfection, when it feels right it feels right.

That’s not perfection. Will we ever get the time to work out why?
I want perfection ’cause when it feels right it feels right.

When there were real heroes

Thinking of less scientific times but I can never go back to mine. When there were real heroes on cartoon shows belief could be sustained. Now I know there’s not always an answer ’cause some things can’t be explained.

I remember when we were still young.

That time when we got scared over nothing or how I thought that it used to be black and white. I must’ve thought that they just invented colour, or something but I still reckon my dad could chin anyone in a fight.

That time we got kicked out of the movies we used the fire escape to sneak right back in. I’d check under my bed before I’d get in it. I played a sore loser because played our games to win. I remember my cuts and bruises and how I got every scar, Sega and Nintendo and throwing stones at cars. Now there are no easy answers, so we just hold our tongues. What happened to the heroes who remembered when we were still young?