Perfect Time

There is no perfect time too fast or slow, stagger buses stroll (?)
The truth be told you can't be bought, you can't be sold
Forgive me I owe them this swollen joke
Oozing from your throats that clutters and control

Since you busted every window and knocked down every door
Cut up every alleyway and smoked up every whore
You turn a colder shoulder to the suture we kept close
You turn a concrete answer to a simple yes or no, no, yes, no

Let's fall behind in perfect time
Won't you stay a while? We're counting on you
So sad to say you've gone away
Without a trace or two

There is no perfect time too fast or slow, stagger buses stroll (?)
There is no perfect time. There is no perfect place
No picture perfect face with picture perfect clothes in picture perfect pose

Let's fall behind in perfect time
Won't you stay a while? We're counting on you
So sad to say you've gone away
Without a trace or two

(repeat)