you want a perfect world where grass is green on both sides of the fence
you want a perfect world where skies stay blue all day long
you never want to see the cloudy side of the universe
you want to be at home and the stars to fill the sky

(chorus)
and you / will see / the things / that make it hard
to be / perfect / inside / this world that makes
it hard to be yourself / febuary 31st

this subtle place of waking highness has yet for someone to stumble upon it
the waking limbs of peoples problems have disappeared into the night
you want the coastal front the beaches and the cocktail drinks
you want to be at home and the band to play that song