Woorden: Last Perfect Thing. Warning.

Bring the hopes you hope are yours 'Cause it's not so soft anymore
This is the day
That I made for you
And although it was an accident
I couldn't have the heart to tell you

This is the song
That I'm singing for you
Although every line I wrote escapes me now
And the chords they just won't play through
They just won't play through
They just wont play through

Bring the hopes you hope are yours 'Cause it's not so soft anymore

You expected more
Well I expected the truth
But I put too much faith into my own
Like a view within a view
Letting it fall
Let my guard down on the rocks for the sea to cover, couldn't
Turn it around

Couldn't turn it around
Couldn't turn it around

("We are the music makers.
And we are the dreamers of dreams.")

This is the day
That I made for you
And although it was an accident I
Couldn't have the heart to tell you

This is the song
That I'm singing for you
Although every line I wrote escapes me now
And the chords they just won't play through

No they won't play through
They just wont play through
They won't play through