As I woke up today I heard the perfect songnI tried to write it down but I knew all alongnThere were no real notes or lyrics in my dreamnOnly the echo of a universal theme nWhat does it mean?nnSomehow I know the perfect song is about lovenWhat else is closer to perfection in this life?nNot like a Friday party Sunday sing-a-longnMore like an early bedtime lonesome Tuesday songnnJust the other day I was addicted to the ordinarynJust the other day all my emotion was imaginarynJust the other daynThen the perfect song washed through menFilled my heart with tragic beautynNow I hear the perfect song in everythingnnSometimes a hint of music plays inside my headnI think I know just what it is but then insteadnI realize it's not a song I've ever knownnBut it's a perfect start to what will be my ownnPerfect alonennBut the perfection loses focus as I writenAnd my most passionate reflections come off tritenEven a melody that makes me swoon and swaynLingers a moment then the feeling fades awaynnI love you more than I can ever expressnIn anything but the perfect songnThat's why it breaks my heart to tell it to younIn anything but the perfect songnAnything, anything, anythingnI would do anythingnFor you