Imperfect Things Lyrics

I have love for imperfect things

Like a baby bird born with broken wings

Like a rose that grows out of the concrete

It's an empty garbage can

It's a lover's aging hand

When you talk about a dream

You make it sound so real

But it's not

I have loved imperfect things

Like a beekeeper whose honey tastes like stings

Like a scarred heart stitched with silly string

Won't you let my wild mind

Get us out of the maze this time

When you talked about a dream

You made it sound so real

But it's not

After the the ecstasy the laundry comes

You can scowl at the basket or just get it done

I will love imperfect things

Like an avalanche of frozen wedding rings

Like an owl I will learn to see at night

Built an empire from the blues

Now Siddhartha's got new shoes

When you talk about a dream

We'll work to make it real

Together