SONG; A PERFECT SOUND
ARTIST; CRAGGA
WRITTEN BY; CRAIG HUTCHINSON
verse
LOOK AT THE NIGHT, ITS SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL,
BUT IT STILL HIDES YOUR FACE
THE MON IS RED, I M THINKING OF YOUR EYES,
THE WAY THEY PIERCE THIS SPACE
bridge
MORNING, HAS PASSED ITSELF OVER,
THERES SOMETHING THAT I DIDN T DO LAST NIGHT.
BURNING, INSIDE OF MY BODY,
TELLS ME THAT I MAY DO SOMETHING RIGHT
verse 2
THE FALLEN LEAVES, CRISP BENEATH MY FEET,
GLOW IN THE AUTUMN SUN
I TAKE A GLANCE, THROUGH MY WINDOW PANE,
I SEE WHAT IVE BECOME
bridge
chorus
TEARS OUTSIDE, FREEZE BEFORE THEY EVEN HIT THE GROUND
SPHERICAL ICE, WILL BREAK AND MAKE A PERFECT ING SOUND,
A ING SOUND
verse 3
I WROTE THIS SONG ABOUT YOUR TWISTED MIND
AND ALL ITS EVIL WAYS
BUT THEN I THINK, OF ALL THE CITIES LIVES,
AND WHAT MY OLD MAN SAYS
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chorus
verse chords outro
