Struck gold in a book about perfectionIt was certain
It could never be
And now, we are sitting over water
In a curtain
And you are next to me
So forget, forget what has been
And ignore the treacherous state we're in
And let me take you there
Angel hair
I find you everywhere
Angel hair
Sleepy rainstorm in the backseat
Do you see me
How I see you too?
