Perfect

We are perfect in our own minds
I admit
We are perfect in our own minds

To offer up the night as the stars begin to fall,
To love the things we hate,
As we pray for so much more
Than we are because, searching for ourselves, because

we are perfect in our own minds
I admit
we are perfect in our own minds

To contemplate the Earth while our heads are in the sand
To want to stay alive is to want to put our
Hands inside the fires that
We know will always burn because

We are perfect in our own minds
I admit
We are perfect in our own minds
I admit

We are perfect in our own minds
I admit
We are perfect in our own minds