and you're allowed to changenyou have permission to trynyou're moving up to Salt Lakenand no one will ask whynnmoving off in Junennot a day too soonnit all seems so perfectly strangenbreak it all in twonand you'll be off intonit's all just so perfectly strangennand i'm allowed to breaknwhen my shit's wrapped too tightnand though it all seems strangenthis compulsion to diennshoving off from shorencan't take anymorenit all seems so perfectly lamenlifting up on fournbreaking down the doorsnit's all just so perfectly lamennlife was perfectly sadnit's perfectly sadder nownlife was perfectly sadnit's perfectly sadder nownnand i'm allowed to breakna simple catch in the throatnwas it all that greatnback in the summer of boats?nnyou're allowed to changenyou don't need permission to trynyou're moving up to Salt Lakenand no one will ask whynnbreak it all in twonit's what you have to donit all seems so perfectly plainni'll make a show for younyou can burn out toonit's all just so perfectly, perfectly...nnlife was perfectly sadnit's perfectly sadder nownlife was perfectly sadnit's perfectly sadder now