Julian Fane Perfect Match
Here this one's to you
perfect one I'm bleeding for
perfect match somewhere
I thrwo myself away
count the thorns up on my head
and the nails I wear for you
make myself a bitter man,
blame my headache for my loneliness
and curse the speed of time
search a way to bridge my thoughts
blame myself for my inconfidence
and waste the gift of life
watch the plastic covered moon
it fills my room with artificial light
and makes me missing you
I feel the lack of you inside,
fill the hole with drugs, complacency
and pay with loosing you
missing you, missing you
here this one is all to you
perfect one, I am still bleeding for
perfect match somwhere out there
I threw myself away for you
lost the thorns I had upon my head
and the nails I wore for you
