Could you be anything but perfect
In the light of the future vision
Days and nights of the
The little and big things
And the threads inbetween
And I know perfect is a falsehood
And a means to end of all
The loneliness in between
The sun, the moon and
This little rounded sleep
But I could see you there
And I hope his plan for me is you
Where we are bound together in
The little and big things
And the threads in between
